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My husband has brought your wonderful web site to my attention, and I thought you might be interested in our situation. I am a dominant woman and have been dominant in my thoughts and actions all of my life. When I was growing up in the Fresno area, My mom dominated my dad, although she was a church going woman who would have been uncomfortable with the imagery of female domination. Nevertheless, in our home my mom was dominant. My dad was a bus driver and he had to work double shifts, often 16 hours a day, in order to provide for us. When he came home from work, he was expected to clean the house, do the shopping and run all the errands. When he did something stupid like overcook dinner, my mother would ball him out, and on occasion even slap him in the face in front of us. We understood that he was totally secondary in our household, and that when there was an issue that required final resolution, we went to mom. When my parents reached their mid 40s, they were able to retire because my mother had saved all the extra money my father was making, and they moved to my grandparents' home town in Mexico. They live there very well today, and my dad still does the housework.

 

 

 

Happily, I was endowed with unusually good looks, and I am unusually tall. I am over 6'2" tall (my parents were tall, but I am taller than they are), and for a long time felt considerably embarrassed about my height and my long legs. When I was a freshman in a Catholic College in the Los Angeles area, a graduate student from UCLA approached me, and we dated several times. He told me that he wanted me to dominate him, and was very attracted to my height, my beauty and my legs. He also told me about his foot fetish, and introduced me to foot and leg worship. He would suckle on my toes as we talked about the natural superiority of women and the usefulness of men as slaves. During these sessions I began to become very turned on. Although my relationship with the UCLA student didn't work out, I realized that there were a lot of high quality submissive men out there, and that my height was an advantage in attracting submissive men. I began to wear high heels and stockings whenever possible, accentuating my height, which I would never have done before I met him. (I am now an attorney at a corporate law firm based in LA, and dress very conservatively, but often attract glances from submissive men with an interest in legs and stockings!)

 

 

 

I transferred to another university in southern California, and when I was a senior, I found a man named Joe, about 3 inches shorter than I, who was a manager in a large accounting firm in downtown Los Angeles. Joe made a good living, and was submissive and giving from the getgo. From day one I made it clear to him that he was not going to get sex from me, and that I expected him to jump through hoops every time he saw me.

 

 

 

When he picked me up for a date, he had to kneel, hand me a bouquet of flowers and say "Thank you, Rose Marie, for allowing me to date you." Before long, I had Joe cleaning my apartment, doing chores for me, doing my homework and handing me several hundred dollars each week. When we made love, Joe was expected to suck my toes, lick my armpits, tongue and kiss my anus and suck my clitoris. His erection was not permitted to leave his underpants, and a typical session of this kind of "necking" would terminate with a lengthy cunnilingus session where I would experience multiple orgasms and Joe would still be hard at the end.

 

 

 

After about a year of dating, I realized that Joe was masturbating in the bathroom after we made love, and we discussed the problem at some length. Joe agreed that the decision was mine, but asked shyly if he could start using my legs to masturbate on, as that was his ultimate dream. I agreed, conditional on his wearing a chastity belt so that I could control his orgasms (so that I controlled release and he could only masturbate on my legs and feet when I gave permission). We found a specialty shop in the Hollywood area that makes belts to order. It cost nearly $1,000 and fit Joe well. Joe still wears the same belt. We also started talking about marriage.

 

 

 

Joe, like most submissive men, was very eager for a long term relationship or marriage. However, I knew that monogamy wasn't for me, and that I wanted to have sex with several men. I also realized that by denying my husband sex, I exercised considerable power over him, and as Joe got used to being denied, he became ever more compliant. I wanted to have sex with men who might not be as successful financially as Joe, but were physically more athletic and taller than he was. In all honesty, I did this because I wanted to, not to strengthen our upcoming marriage. In fact, I wasn't sure that a relationship like ours was possible. Much to my surprise, Joe has proven to be incredibly loyal, faithful and obedient as a servant and a husband, and our marriage has outlasted many vanilla couples'.

 

 

 

When I discussed the issue of my cuckolding him, he was in a kneeling position. I had taken his chastity belt off, and his penis was as erect as a flagpole. I had been at a job interview, and my sweaty foot, encased in nylons, was covering Joe's nostrils, while my other foot toyed casually with his erect penis (but not too hard, as doing so would have easily resulted in an accident). Needless to say, there was little argument. He agreed to become a cuckolded husband whose wife regularly makes love to other men.

 

 

 

To this day, Joe's only sexual outlet is masturbation on my legs and feet, which he does about twice a week. He is often rewarded after doing a good job at home, licking my lover's cum from my pussy or performing lengthy cunnilingus or analingus. Joe has met all of my lovers, but I do not engage in scenes or involve Joe in my sex life, nor do I involve my lovers in my relationship with Joe. My lovers have all been submissive or passive, and I have never in my life had sexual intercourse where I was underneath a man.

 

 

 

We were married about 15 years ago, and in that time I have had sexual intercourse with Joe on rare occasions, maybe a total of 10 times or so. I have done so during dry periods, in between lovers. Mostly, he wears his chastity belt and continues to engage in extensive body and foot worship with my feet and legs as the only "vagina" he is permitted. As my law career progressed, we decided that Joe should give up his career and develop a tax practice out of the house, so that he could double as nanny to my children. We made this decision, once again, with Joe in a kneeling position, denied release for several weeks, and my sweaty, nylon clad footing resting on his nose. He agreed to change careers without argument, even though he had thought he might make partner in the then big-8 firm.

 

 

 

Joe is a perfect servant. He shaves my legs, does my pedicures, cleans the house, is a gourmet cook and is a wonderful nanny to my three children. I say my children because they are the offpring of my relationships with my lovers. I have had three daughters from my lovers (three separate fathers). Joe is little more than a nanny who guides the children but is recognized by no one, including the three girls, as having any final authority over them. Joe has taken all of this wonderfully, and he is a wonderful role model for my three girls. He obeys me completely, and, just like my mom, I will slap Joe if he commits any mistakes. Joe is in a state of total lust toward me, and thinks of nothing other than serving me and doing a good job with the girls and the housework. He is the perfect husband.

 

 

 

Although, I have not been shy about putting Joe in his place and even slapping him in front of the girls, the girls know nothing of our sex lives. Joe had taken my last name when we married, so as far as they know, we are all part of the "A--" family. All three girls went through a period where they started to realize that other families aren't like ours, and that in other families the man is treated as an equal or even as superior. I have discussed this with our oldest daughter, who is 15, who came home a few years ago asking why in other houses the mom, not the dad, cleans and cooks.

 

 

 

We are getting somewhat older now, and Joe is 40 and I am 38. Joe has mentioned to me on a few occasions that he is somewhat sad that he has never had a child of his own. We have had discussions like this while Joe is worshipping my feet and legs (the only time I allow him to speak his mind freely), and so I am sure it is a major concern for him as he usually thinks about little other than his worship (usually, the only thing he says when he speaks his mind freely is how much he loves and worships me).

 

 

 

I am rather conflicted about this. On the one hand, bearing Joe's child might cause his ego to expand unnecessarily and contradict my belief that he exists totally as my servant. It would inflate his slave/husband role. On the other, it is understandable that Joe's human need to have a child of his own would be important to him, and I don't know if I want to hurt him on that level. Still, why not hurt him on that level? I'm inclined to deny his request, and tell him that his fate is to be totally cuckolded and subservient to me. What do you think, Elise?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Curt J:

 

 

 

I want to thank you for your site. My wife is a firm believer in Female Supremacy and she recommends your site to her friends and female business associates. Your site is one of the few erotic and sexually oriented sites my wife allows me to read. She commanded me to post our story on your site and that is the reason for this letter.

 

 

 

We have a very untraditional marriage but my wife feels our marriage is the model for future marriages as women continue to take over society. My wife, Laura, is a businesswoman and she travels frequently for her career. She earns in the upper one percent of all wage earners in our country and is quite successful.

 

 

 

We met eight years ago and have been married for over five. I was in a similar career as she is (only not as successful) and we use to see each other at business functions. We formed a friendship and to my amazement, Laura took an interest in me. I soon found out that she liked me because I was sweet, kind, gentle and submissive. I was the kind of man she was looking for to have a long-term relationship with.

 

 

 

We dated for close to a year but did not see much of each other because we lived 1000 miles apart. She communicated by phone and e-mail most of the time. During this dating period, I learned of her female superiority beliefs and I became aroused and even more attracted to her. She is very beautiful as well as being extremely intelligent.

 

 

 

We became intimate one time at a business convention in Reno but it was basically me orally serving her. We went to dinner and she invited me back to her hotel suite. She undressed and was wearing sexy lingerie under her business suit (something I later found out she does often as it makes her feel sexual and powerful). She ordered me to worship her body and I was more than happy to obey. However, she forbade me to remove my pants. I was permitted to remove my shirt only. I orally serviced her that night for close to three hours. I showed incredible endurance in using my tongue and my performance sealed my fate.

 

 

 

Laura called me up the next week and proposed marriage to me. However, she told me that she would only marry me if I agreed to her conditions. She wanted her marriage to make a societal statement to future generations of women. I flew to see her and she told me what would be required of me if I wanted the honor of being her husband. I was a little scared at her somewhat extreme demands but I was also very aroused and overwhelmed with submission. I accepted her proposal with little self-doubt.

 

 

 

We had a big church wedding with a large crowd in attendance. She was absolutely stunning that day. I was so proud to be marrying such a Goddess. I quit my position and relocated to her city. I started a business out of her house. Everything was in her name and I understood that she owns all. She did not take my last name but she didn't require that I take hers either.

 

 

 

On our honeymoon night, we did role-reversal from most bride and grooms as I lost my virginity that night by her taking me with a strap-on. I was not a virgin in the traditional sense but I had never been anally penetrated by a woman until my wedding night. I performed oral sex on Laura and she took me with a strap-on. That became the norm in our sex life. She has never allowed me to penetrate her with my penis. She had a chastity device specially made for me and I have to wear it when I feel my sex drive is on overdrive and I am tempted to play with myself. Our marriage is on the honor system so I tell her when I feel I cannot control myself and then she will put me in my chastity device until I have had a supervised orgasm.

 

 

 

Laura allows me one orgasm day a month. During this day, I can have as many as I want but I must masturbate before her and confess my servitude to her and the superiority of women. Laura does not touch me when I masturbate. I have to totally pleasure myself and she watches in amusement and will often make humiliating comments to me, which helps me with my excitement and build upon my submission.

 

 

 

We have sex a couple days a week but it is always me orally serving Laura or using sex toys on her. For foreplay, she will whip me or spank me and then take me with her strap-on. She loves the societal statement strap-on play makes. I can now take a fairly large dildo from these years of being taken by her in this manner. After she sexually dominates me in this way, I will then worship her body. To me, it is the most incredible thing. I love being aroused and denied and given the privilege to orally worship a woman as beautiful as Laura. My sexual denial keeps me focused on her and her needs at all times. Is it frustrating and hard to endure at times? Yes, but that is the sacrifice I make for being her husband.

 

 

 

Laura does have sex outside of our marriage but she does not include me in on it. We have an understanding that when she travels on business trips, that she has the right to have sex with another man if she finds him attractive. When this happens, she always tells me about it so there is no cheating or deceit. She usually tells me of her sexual adventures when she is taking me with the strap-on. This drives me wild with passion and submission.

 

 

 

Laura respects me enough that she never has relations with a man near where we live and she never brings a man to our home. Most of her lovers are younger men that she meets through her business career. The truth be known, she mostly only allows them to orally service her but occasionally she will desire live penetration if the man is well hung.

 

 

 

We've been married for going on six years and I have never been happier. The power dynamic in that I have never been permitted to screw my wife while she has the right to have relations outside the home is incredible. I am in a constant state of arousal and excitement and I view my wife as a superior Goddess. I do all the cooking and housework and I turn over all my earnings to her. In return, she treats me great as she has a nurturing side as well as a sadistic side to her. We attend social functions and go out on dates as husband and wife and my friends think I am the luckiest man in the world to be married to such a gorgeous woman. I come from a conservative family so my family members think she is a radical feminist but I don't care how they view her. I love Laura and I worship her. I wish all husbands could be as happy as I am.

  

  

  

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