Female Led Relationship

I never realized there was a difference between a Female Led Relationship and a Female Led Marriage. But then my Lady told me we were getting married and I found out what the difference is!

Christie has always been, shall I say, bossy. She told me she was, the first time I asked her out. I thought she was soooo hot and worth it that I gave her what she wanted, “my attention”. I figured I could put up with that bossiness until one day she hit a nerve and really pissed me off. In my thoughts I would sit her down, tell her enough is enough and we would find a happy medium between us.

I always respected Females and I didn’t mind taking orders some now and then; but expected for her to win some as I should win some. That was a healthy Female Led Relationship in my eyes.

My family and friends will say I’m a laid back reasonable, non-confrontational man that avoids fights to keep everyone happy.

That attitude is the one that got me where I am today. Sitting at Christie’s feet, afraid to confess to whatever she’s about to accuse me of, whether I’m guilty or not. Interrogation night; a scheduled event in Christie’s household, every Thursday evening at 8:00. There she encourages me to confess my sins for the week and what I have hidden from her. Sadly, I actually have always hidden “something” from her. Hell, if I didn’t, I’d get spanked every day instead of just every Thursday night.

Let me tell you, being spanked really HURTS, still surprises me every time! She alternates between a wide leather western belt and a slim red number that whooshes and stings like yellowjackets on my bare ass. I try taking it like a man, but she’s not happy until I’m squirming and begging and literally crying pleading for her to stop. One day I scuttle away on hands and knees trying to lock myself in the bathroom. Before I could reach the doorknob, I felt my hair in her firm grip DRAGGING me back to the punishment room. I paid a big price for what I tried to do. My ass, my thighs, my lower back, even my legs and the bottom of my feet were victims of my cowardice that night.

We’ve been married for around 2 years, and believe me, I love her more than I can tell. I can’t live without her. She knows that, so she holds nothing back.

She gets a kick out of slapping me too. There’s not an exclusive place to bend me over when I fuck up, she just WHAP WHAP WHAPS me anywhere. It’s effective, sobers me up in an instant. She swings hard, sometimes both hands and I see stars and hear bells ringing in my ears just like on the cartoon shows.

I still prefer that to the spankings she gives me. Slaps don’t leave marks like those belts do and they sting for a few seconds but that’s about it.

I know it sounds like my wife is abusive. I know you think that me being a male who is bigger and heavier should be able to put a stop to this. In reality, we have way past that point by now. I vowed a long time ago to never raise my hand to a Woman, it’s just not in me.

At least, she has held up her promise to never humiliate me in public or in front of my friends and I appreciate that. On the other side, her sister and my BF Wife’s have seen me receive some harsh measures several times. They think it’s good and fun and they egg her on. Of course, my darling Christie obliges.

This is my life into Female Led Relationship and I accept it. To me and her it’s the natural order of things. Just like now, she’s sitting in her chair and I’m butt naked sitting at her feet, looking up at her. She will ask me if I’ve lied to her this last week (I most certainly have) and I’ll say no as she pops me one across the face. Then she will ask again. She wants to hear Yes but not right away, so I’ll deny and her open hand will flash out and WHAP! Just a little harder each time.

That’s how interrogation goes here. About a half-hour of Q&A then another half hour of BMA. Busting my ass.

I love her though and I want to keep her happy. She’s my WOMAN and I’m her boy. So let’s get this done. I’ve got housework to do.

 

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My sissy slave Dream

 

 

The three Women laughed in unison. It was my Wife’s birthday and She had invited over her two best friends for dinner. Kristy and Samantha. Kristy, a tall blonde with very nice butt and perfect double size tits. She had that captivating look to her and such an amazing body. My sissy slave clit got hard practically every time I looked at her.

Samantha was beautiful; white skin and green big round green eyes. She was outgoing and always wore revealing clothes with no bra. I think She liked when her tits would pop out as her nipples were always hard. She had caught me staring at her tits and I think she liked to know that she could turn me in anytime she wanted to my Wife.

The worst part about this evening was that I confess to my Wife I had a crush on Samantha. It was stupid of me to tell her, but I woke up in a stupor and had confided that I had a wet dream about Samantha begging me to put my penis in her ass. I knew that if she found out I lied to her about the dream, then the punishment would be much more severe.

So now I had the feeling She had made this dinner just to get back at me in her tormented way. The women were halfway through their third bottle of wine when Samantha called me into the dining room. I had been serving them dutifully all night and I started to sweat as I stood in front of them. “How do you get him to be so obedient Marissa? I mean, I have never met a guy who will play the waiter all night.”

My Wife interrupted Samantha; “oh he is not a man!” Samantha and Kristy went silent with shocked expressions on their faces. “His cock is way too small and pathetic to fuck,” she continued. Kristy almost spits her wine but hold her laughter. My face went hot red and I looked at the floor. “You want to see what I am talking about girls?” Kristy and Samantha looked at each other nervously as my Wife got up from her chair and instructed me to remove my shirt.

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Kristy inquired, “what are you doing Marissa?” My Wife said no word, instead, made me climb on the table so that Kristy and Samantha had a better view of me. “Come on drop your pants so my friends can see what I am dealing with.” I hesitated to let them see what was underneath, I didn’t want them to know. They were gorgeous, I lusted after them and now my Wife wanted to humiliate me. Show them your little secret!

“Please, don’t make me do this, you said you would keep this a secret,” I said. “It is a secret hun, I just want to share it with my friends since you are dreaming about them so much.” I could see Samantha and Kristy confused as my Wife chided me about my dream. “I want to turn your dream into reality, now move!” I loosened my belt and let my pants fall around my ankles.

Women mouths were wide open as they saw what I was wearing; “are those panties, Kristy asked?” I was so embarrassed standing a few feet from these two gorgeous women. They were laughing uncontrollably about me wearing a pink lace thong. “I went to reach for my pants, but my Wife stepped on my pants and slapped my ass.

“Yes, they are Kristy, sissy panties.
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How I ended up being a Cockold.

I’ve always been attracted to strong and older Women. Lucky for me my looks and charm generally don’t disappoint with regards to getting these Women. However as I started to fall more and more involved with femdom, I started to seek a more serious ‘relationship.’

It was my second year of college and although I’d slept with mostly Dominant Women and done a few ‘femdom’ roleplaying scenes, I hadn’t actually been tied down yet (excuse the pun). All the girls my age are just up for a little ‘kinky’ fun with no cockold and then they move on. As the Captain of my football team in High School I always kept my attraction to Femdoms very discreet. I had too much pride to admit to the world that I was actually a submissive male who longed to be dominated and controlled by a powerful BDSM Woman.

Regardless, I decided to wait for the right Woman before telling the world my little secret. The idea of telling people I am a submissive still terrifies me; what will my friends and family will think of me? will they see me differently? Judging is easy but being judged is a different story.

 

 

The Need to Worship a Mistress.

My entire world flipped when I met my new law lecturer. She was wearing a black dress which came down to just above her knees. Her open high heels showed perfectly painted black toenails with sharp manicured fingers to match. She walked past me to go the front of the lecture hall and I felt weak. I wanted to drop at her feet and worship her in front of everyone, but I knew it would be totally impossible for me to approach her because of the risk. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford getting reported and losing my scholarship, so I just worshipped her from afar.

 

I asked questions regularly and couldn’t help staring at her feet and legs a lot. After a while she noticed and she called me aside after a lecture. The rest of the class was leaving as I was walking to the front. I approached her in her full glory and power and felt myself getting hard in the process. She noticed and began to chuckle; my cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I can’t stand people with foot fetishes, she said. So, or you stop staring at me during lectures or I will have no option but to report you for inappropriate behaviour. 

In a brief moment of weakness I blurted out, “Yes Mistress” in response. I felt a rush travel through my body as I realized what I had just said to my lecturer, MY TEACHER. She was silent for few seconds as I was anxiously awaiting for her reply. “So you like Dominant Women hm.” I figured out if she wanted to report me she could have done it anyways after my previous inappropriate behaviour. After hearing me out she looked at me and smiled. You are exactly what I need, she said.

 

My Foot fetish.

My world stopped for a second and I wondered if I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for. Horny and eager I begged for her to allow me to kiss her feet. “Before you get the privilege of doing anything boy, I need you to drop this class.” I tried to explain to her that this class was compulsory for my course. Well apply for another course or I will report you for inappropriate behaviour. I agreed with her demand and went back to her office after I had changed courses as instructed to do.

She explained to me how important is her career, and to make sure there was no risk she will need insurance. She demanded the passwords to all of my social media accounts, nude photos, and a written letter of me begging her to dominate and control me. This way I would have no way of exposing her without completely screwing myself over. She told me it all needed to proceed immediately as she had plans for me. My cock sprung right up and I eagerly gave her everything she wanted. Sit down and wait for me here boy. 

After 15 minutes she returned with a small fitting chastity device and a ball shock collar. She closed all the curtains locked the door and told me to undress immediately and put on the chastity device. I of course complied with her request and she locked the cage and put the key in her pocket. I fell to the floor and thanked her for my ‘new toy.’

 

My new Chastity Device

At first I thought this was all foreplay and that I’d get let out later and be allowed to fuck her. But I soon realized that this was far from reality. Mistress told me that she would be taking me back to her place that night for some ‘fun.’ I held back my excitement and simply replied “Yes Mistress, thank you for the honour.” She took all my clothes and told me that I had to find my way to her house, and must not be late. She wrote her address on a piece of paper on the desk and left.

There I was, completely naked in her office with nothing but a chastity device on and a cellphone. I decided to walk to her house which was only about 15 minutes away from college. I didn’t own a car and I definitely wasn’t going to call a taxi since I was naked, so I decided to just walk quickly through ally’s and quiet paths.

About 45 minutes later I arrived at her house and she did not seem at all impressed. Mistress told me that I was late and needed to be punished. She pulled out the shock collar she showed me earlier and fitted it to my chastity device. Thank me after each shock I give you, and if you fall on the floor I’ll give you another three shocks, she said. I was shocked so many times that I lost count, but I managed to stay up. Mistress said she was pleased and told me to kneel and wait for her in the living room.
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A Typical Day In A Cockold Lifestyle

I live a cockold lifestyle and am completely dedicated to serving my Mistress. Today, I woke up an hour before my Mistress as expected to start preparing her breakfast. As I was preparing her breakfast I dropped a plate in the kitchen and scurried to clean up the mess scared she would wake up and see that I’ve been a bad boy. Thankfully, she didn’t wake up from the noise and came down at her normal time.

She was greeted with her favorite omelet, some toast, orange juice, and the newspaper. I proceeded with licking her feet and thanking her for granting me the privilege of her presence. Out of nowhere she yells at me to get naked and spanked me for not having a plate for her friend that was on his way. I had no idea this friend was coming and immediately started to make her friend a plate praying I could have it prepared before he got there. I feel very lucky that I live a cockold lifestyle and I am able to serve my Mistress’s friends too.....

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BONDAGE FOR HIM WAS NOT ENOUGH ANYMORE!

Bondage was for my submissive everything he needed to stay hard for hours until one day it was not enough. Mistress I want to try something else, please. Being tied up feels great, don’t get me wrong, but how about adding some danger to it? It seemed that he was getting bored no matter what I did with the ropes. I listened and the tone on his voice was smooth but determined; he wanted more!

I let him finish talking and we went out to dinner after the conversation was over. Days passed, weeks passed and on a Thursday morning I sent a message to him asking to meet me at my place at 8pm. Mistress, are you ok? I have never invited him to my place so he was completely surprised. Yes boy and don’t be late.
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