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| I have come to realise that I have been acting as a FemDom most of my life without knowing or understanding what that meant.
Now I do! And with knowledge comes power. The desire to control, command obedience, demand submission and punish when necessary. To be treated with the respect that a woman deserves, worshipped as the Godess that she is and given the attention that is her right.
You may have little experience or have been involved in the scene for a while. It matters not. Perhaps we may be compatible and perhaps not.
If you're over 40 and seriously looking for a Dominant woman drop me a line.
Merry Christmas everyone!
?Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.
The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of floggers danced in their heads;
The Dom in her leathers, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down after getting our whacks.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls,
With a femDominant driver, so forbidding and stern,
I knew in a moment I?d a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles her pony slaves came,
And she whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;
?Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slaveboy! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I?ll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!
As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,
So up to the house-top the pony slaves flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominatrix too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of pony slave boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forebode,
In through the front door the Dominant strode.
She was dressed all in black, from her head to her feet,
And her clothes were all studded, leathered and neat.
A bundle of sex toys she had flung on her back,
And she looked very menacing opening her pack.
Her eyes, they were hard with a definite glower
Her countenance cold, and I quite felt her power.
Her sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie who caused her to grieve.
She was buxom and stern, quite the Dom of my dreams,
And I wanted to serve her, so went down on my knees.
She looked down upon me, with a turn of her head,
She made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;
She spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,
She watched me in silence, idly tapping her quirt.
?Heel me,? she commanded, the lone words she would say,
And she stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team cracked the whip,
Pulled me ?cross her knee, where i hung scared and limp.
And she whispered to me, ?I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session.?
Merry Xmas my friends
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The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;...
T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".
Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread.
In her left hand she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.
Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
She's eighty four next week!!
Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!
She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
"I am a dominator!!"
Now if you knew our Mabel,
You'd see just why I spluttered,
I'd spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I'd uttered.
She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left tit!
Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
"Step on the other one!!"
Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey!!
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