emasculatedmale

Ambitious and type-A when it comes to work, I have a strong craving to be dominated by a take-charge woman in the context of a meaningful relationship (whether 24/7 or something less depends on a lot of factors, of course) in which I expose all my vulnerabilities and insecurities to the caring yet aggressive woman. I’m not a cross-dresser or particularly feminine in demeanor, but I am attracted to the idea of role reversal—in being a side-kick to a strong woman.

The “theme” of our relationship will be that you, the woman, will have humiliatingly usurped my place, despite the initial advantage at which our culture had placed me. Through both psychological and physical methods, you keep me in a state of pliant self-effacement, my acquiescence in which you will not permit me to forget.

You’ll train me to be attentive and deferential around you and your girlfriends. Outwardly, we may look a lot like an ordinary couple. But you’ll gaze at me in the knowledge that I’m wearing the panties, both literally and figuratively, placing me in fear with a single stern look. You’ll scold me as necessary, publicly and privately. Our moment of greatest intimacy will be when you penetrate me with your strap-on, stripping me of my manhood anew with each thrust, each time making me feel closer and closer to you, and then caressing my trembling body as I assume a supine and submissive posture, committed to you as the one who freed me from my ego.