EssenceOfLove

February 19, 1967

      Either I?m going crazy, which is a distinct possibility, or else I?m actually starting to see ghosts in this house. Earlier this evening, I was upstairs in what had once been the living quarters for my two husbands, David and Frank.  I was in the study that David had once used to write his Hollywood screenplays.  Standing at the window that overlooks the swimming pool, I stared out at the backyard, wondering if I would ever marry again.  Tom has asked me to marry him, but I don?t know.  He owns three car dealerships here in town and is more than ready to sell them and to move in with me to be my personal slave.  Tom has been one of my part-time slaves for almost a year, and he?s madly in love with me.  The idea is enticing, but I?m not sure if he?s the right man for me.  Like Frank, he doesn?t want me to have sex with other men.  Even though I?m now forty-seven, I still have a ferocious sexual appetite that one man can?t seem to fill.  As I turned around and walked out of the study, I saw David standing by the whipping post.  He was naked and there was blood all over his body from the last whipping I?d given to him?the one that had killed him.  I stopped where I was and stared at him in shock.  He gave me a wicked smile and pointed an accusing finger at me.  ?You didn?t have to kill Greta,? he said.  ?My death would?ve been more than enough for you, Anne.?  I didn?t know what to say or how to act.  I simply stood there in the doorway of the study, afraid to move and unable to speak.  ?I?m coming for you,? he continued, ?and I?m going to destroy you and this damn evil house.?  His spirit, or whatever it was, gradually faded away.  I suddenly found the energy to move and rushed to the landing, closing the door behind me and locking it as if that would keep his ghost from finding me again.  I went outside to the back patio and turned on the lights.  Sitting by the pool, I thought about my first husband and what his spirit had just said to me.  If there was a life after death, maybe he was coming to avenge the death of the woman he had loved in the end.  I murdered both of them in a rage of jealousy and anger.  But before they died, I made each of them suffer painfully in ways that would turn the stomachs of most men.  I had wanted them to cry out in agony for their betrayal of my trust and love.  There bodies are still buried underneath the cement in the basement of the house.  My old friend, Eddie, had come to my rescue (as he?d done many times before) and disposed of them for me.  If only Eddie were still alive.  He always had sound advise for me whenever I was lost or confused.  I know he?d help me with this situation, suggesting the correct thing for me to do.  Later, when I was thinking about going to bed, I heard a noise coming from the basement.  Against my better judgment, I went downstairs to see what was causing it.  Everyone who?d ever died in this house since I moved in and was buried beneath the cement in the basement was down there waiting for me.  It was like a ghost convention, and they were comparing notes about me.  At first I froze on the wooden steps when I saw them standing around and silently communicating with each other.  They eventually realized that I was there and directed their attention to me.  The rotting corpses stared up at me with acute interest, and I wondered if they were going to attack.  I remembered each of them and how they?d died, especially my two husbands.  David and Frank stepped out from the crowd and gave me smiles of such maliciousness that I felt my heart skip a beat.  They each held up their right forefinger and shook it at me as if in protest for what I?d done to them.  The scene was so real that I actually smelled the decaying flesh on the bodies.  I finally found the courage to move my legs and made my way back up the flight of steps and locked the basement door.  I went into the master bedroom and made sure to lock the door behind me.  Rather than going to bed, I sat down on the settee and tried to make some sense of what I?d seen tonight.  If I?d been drinking or using drugs, I would?ve chalked it up to a horrible hallucination, but I was sober and rational.  There was no reason for me to imagine the spirits of dead people.  If the ghosts were real, why were they now appearing before me?  Had the energy of the house changed in some bizarre way, and I?d failed to recognize it?  The main question in my mind, however, was whether or not the spirits posed a threat to me.  If they did, then I needed to take some sort of action.  What to do would be the next logical question.  I loved the house too much to even think of moving.  No, I?d rather die here than leave.  Maybe I could find an Indian shaman to cleanse the house of its evil.  There was an Indian reservation only a few miles away where cheap cigarettes and liquor were sold.  I could go there and ask around.  All of these thoughts and questions went through my mind as I sat there on the small couch.  I knew I needed something to distract me from all of this melodrama, so I called Tony on his private line at the hotel where he worked.  He was a shift manager.  Tony was also one of my part-time slaves with an eight-inch cock that was nearly two-inches in diameter.  I needed to be fucked good and hard.  That would certainly take my mind off my dead husbands and the other people buried in the basement.  When Tony answered his telephone, I told him to be at my house within the hour or else suffer the consequences.  He?d wanted to know what the consequences would be if he couldn?t take off at the spur of the moment.  I told him that the next session he had with me would include nailing the head of his cock to the whipping post and leaving him there for two days.  I think he got excited at the idea.  Tony?s a real hound dog who loves anything that has to do with sex.  The kinkier it is, the more he loves it.  I don?t know what excuse he gave to his bosses, but he managed to make it here in less than twenty-five minutes.  He must?ve run to his car.  The minute he was in the door, I made him strip and then get down on his knees like a good little doggy.  I led him into my bedroom and had him lick my pussy till I came several times.  He had to earn the privilege of fucking me.  Once he?d satisfied me with his tongue, I had him lie face down on the bed so that I could whip him with my cat-of-nine-tails.  Tony could take a really hard whipping, which always pleased me.  I gave him forty cuts, but made sure not to break the skin.  I then turned him over and straddled his cock like the slut I am.  I allowed him to completely fill me, and then I rode his monstrous erection off and on for an hour, allowing him two orgasms, which he had to clean up with his over-eager tongue.  I was filling delightfully evil when he pulled his cock out of me and then quickly licked up the hot semen that ran out of my pussy.  Once he was done, I placed a full leather hood over his head with a blindfold and mouth gag attached.  I cuffed his hands behind his back.  His cock was already hard again by the time I grabbed it and led him into the playroom.  I had Tony stand up against the whipping post.  I then went and got a long, thin nail and a hammer.  When I came back, I had him stand on the balls of his feet, and then I nailed his foreskin to the post.  He screamed through the gag, and I laughed with obvious pleasure.  If he attempted to lower his heels down to the floor, his foreskin would be ripped apart.  As I write this entry into my journal, poor Tony is still down there in the playroom, suffering for my pleasure.  I haven?t yet decided whether to whip him again, or to leave him nailed to the post for the entire night.  I think I?d feel a lot better if he spent the night here.  It would give me some peace of mind.   Of course, I don?t know how he feels about that, but then who cares.  He?s just a slave!                      

April 7, 1964

November 1, 1962

      The Halloween party last night turned out to be a great success.  Over seventy-five guests came, some of them from as far as Los Angeles and San Francisco.  That?s one good thing about living in Las Vegas?friends can come to visit you and see the city at the same time, while staying at a Strip hotel.  Mistress Sylvia from West Hollywood was here with Daniel, her submissive husband.  She wanted me to plan something very special for him because he was starting to resist her training and was demanding more rights as a husband.  What he couldn?t seem to grasp is that he no longer had any rights as a husband.  He?d given those up when he married Sylvia.  The man had to be taught a firm lesson in obedience.  So, I had him strapped down to the whipping horse in my playroom with about twenty people watching in anticipation.  I told Daniel that I was going to whip him with Terror, my wicked, pain-inducing cat-of-nine-tails.  I then explained to him that the safe word was ?obedience,? and if the whipping became too hard, he could always utter it and I?d stop.  The catch, however, was that if he said the safe word, he would then be agreeing to sexually submit to the other men at the party.  He could either submit to a painful whipping, or be sodomized by a dozen or more male slaves.  Naturally, Daniel complained about the two choices.  I simply laughed as I began to whip him, really laying into his back and buttocks, making the cat sing its beautiful music.  It took less than fifteen minutes to break him and to hear the safe word shouted.  I was somewhat disappointed.  I was just getting into the ?swing? of things when he started shouting the word ?obedience? over and over again.  Actually, it pissed me off.  The man was just a whiner, and not a true slave at all.  To get my revenge, I picked the men with the largest cocks and told them to make him suffer.  If he got too noisy during the punishment, I suggested that they shove a nice, big cock into his mouth to shut him up.  That wasn?t what the poor man had expected at my hands, but it was exactly what he needed in order to learn his place in the general scheme of things.  While he was being repeatedly sodomized, his wife and I quietly slipped away to my husband?s upstairs bedroom.  There was no one up there, which gave us the privacy we desired.  We kissed and fondled each other, and then made long passionate love for over two hours.  As good as my husband is with his tongue, Sylvia knew exactly how to please me and to make me cum.  She had me wrapped around her little finger by the end, and I was begging her not to stop.  When we were finally satiated and our lovemaking was finished, we returned downstairs and discovered that Daniel had gone into what appeared to be a state of shock.  There was semen dripping to the floor from his opened mouth and his torn anus.  He was no longer moving as the men continued to take turns, using his battered rectum as a receptacle for their cum.  Sylvia and I immediately knew something was wrong.  We had the men stop what they were doing and then had Daniel released from his bonds.  I had two men assist in dressing Daniel and then take him out to Sylvia?s car.  She thought it better for him if they returned to their room at the Flamingo.  Just before she was about to leave, I whispered into his ear that what he?d experienced was only the tip of the iceberg of what would happen if he ever disobeyed Mistress Sylvia again.  He may have been in a state of shock, but he understood what I was saying because I saw the sudden fear in his eyes.  Men are just like dogs.  All they want to do is fuck and eat and lie around, doing nothing.  Sometimes you can reward them for good behavior with a special treat, while at other times you need to give them a good jolt of electricity right on the balls.  That usually gets their attention.  I knew by the expression on Daniel?s face that he would spend the rest of his life serving his Mistress with love and obedience.  He wouldn?t want to risk experiencing my wrath ever again.  After Mistress Sylvia and her husband left, I went in search of my husband, David.  It was then I realized that I hadn?t seen him in hours.  I searched through the house, but he wasn?t to be found.  Going outside to the pool, I asked a couple of guests if they?d seen my husband and they silently pointed to the servant quarters above the garage.  Though furnished, no one was presently living up there.  It made me wonder what David was doing.  I got a deep, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked over to the garage.  I made my way silently up the steps alongside the building and stood in front of the door, debating whether or not to knock, or to just barge in.  I could see through the curtain in the door?s window that the light was on inside, and I could hear the sound of my husband?s voice as he talked to someone.  Turning the doorknob as quietly as I could, I opened the door and saw David sitting on one end of the couch and Greta, my personal maid, sitting on the other end.  He was reading a poem by Edgar Allen Poe to her.  I recognized it as ?Annabel Lee.? They were both startled when I unexpectedly entered the living room area.  I glanced at David and asked what he was doing.  He told me that Greta, being a fan of Poe, and had been excited to hear about his work on the movie, The Premature Burial.  They started discussing Poe and his short stories and poetry, and had ended up in the servant?s quarters, reading poetry out loud to each other.  I believed David, but my instincts told me that something else was amiss here.  I didn?t want my husband reading love poetry to another woman.  I was his wife and Mistress. If he was going to read poetry to anybody, it should?ve been to me.  The fact that I generally dislike poetry makes no difference in my mind.  David belongs to me.  He?s my property, and I don?t like another woman coaching in on my territory for any reason.  I told Greta to return to the party and to help with the clean up.  I ordered my husband to his living quarters on the second floor and told him to wait for me.  It was two hours later when the last of the guests departed, and I was able to devote my full attention to David?s punishment.  He acted confused, as if he couldn?t understand why I was so upset.  I hung him up by his ankles and left him that way until Greta had the entire house cleaned and everything put back into its place.  I explained to her that the longer it took her to complete her task, the longer my husband would suffer for their misconduct.  I found that Greta can move extremely fast when her heart is into it.  I don?t know if anything is going on between them, but I now intend to keep my eyes open.  God help my husband and Greta if they?re secretly having an affair.  I?ll make them suffer until they?re literally begging me for death.  David knows what I?m capable of doing when angry.  I pray that he doesn?t test me.              

"Chris Hall is living a charmed life.  He?s one of the top horror writers in America, and has a beautiful wife, Katherine, who knows exactly how to keep him in line and under her control.  It?s the perfect life until the day he sees the house on Palomino Lane and decides that he has to have it, no matter what the cost.  From that point on, his world is turned upside down and he suddenly finds himself living in a nightmare of sexual perversion and mesmerizing evil.  The sadistic spirit of the former owner of the house, Lady Anne, wants his wife?s mind and body so that she can once again live in all of her glory and wickedness.  Chris is the only person who stands in her way, but not for long as she takes him on a journey filled with unbelievable agony and suffering.  Chris Hill soon discovers what true horror is as he fights for his life and soul against an entity that was once known as the Whip Lady of Las Vegas."    

Ladies, a question.  When a submissive man has only known someone for less than a week and it was the other person (Dominant woman) who first instigated the initial contact, does it seem right for the other individual to bring up the fact that their birthday is less than a month away and wouldn't it be nice if you bought her a pair of Fendi Logo sunglasses and maybe even a bottle of Allure perfume by Chanel.  Now, this is all long distance, and I don't even know if I'll ever meet this person face-to-face.  I've been duped before by women who claim to be Dominant and then want the submissive to buy them all kinds of gifts to prove that he's worthy of worshipping her.  It's one thing to be in a long-term relationship with someone that you love.  Then you simply want to give them everything that you can.  To spend sizable amounts of money on someone that you haven't even met, however, seems somewhat stupid.  This particular situation now has my warning bells going off big time.  Now, I don't know much about perfume or sunglasses.  I do know that Tom Cruise wore Ray Bans in Risky Business, and that's about it.  Anyway, after I got off from work today, I walked over to the Fashion Show Mall and checked out a number of difference stores who had Chanel perfume and Fendi sunglasses for sell.  I almost passed out when I saw the price tags for these items.  I was thinking like fifty dollars for the perfume and maybe sixty dollars for the sunglasses.  It would be one thing if I was rich, but an HR Representative doesn't make a lot of money.  The perfume was running anywhere from a $125 to $155 a bottle, and the Fendi Logo sunglasses were almost $300.  Holy s__t!  Does it seem to you that I'm being taken for a ride?  It certainly feels that way to me.  I mean it's one thing if the lady lives here in town and we're dating, but to start spending this kind of money on a long-distance relationship that may not go anywhere seems crazy.  Anybody want to go shoe shopping?       

In Part Two of my short fictional series, ?The Essence of Love,? I write about a Dominant wife who makes her husband clean the large kitchen floor by hand one night, doing each tile separately and then cleaning the grout between the tiles with a toothbrush.  While the husband does this, his wife goes out on a short date with a new lover.  She then comes home and has sex with her lover in the living room, while her husband is finishing up the kitchen floor.  Of course, the husband hears the sounds of his wife making love to another man and even watches for a few moments from the hallway.  This piece of fiction was based on an actual incident that happened to me when I was married to my second wife, Carol.  It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and both Carol and I were off from work.  I?d spent the morning mowing the lawn, raking up leaves from the flowerbeds, and cleaning the pool while my wife slept in.  She?d gotten home late from a date with a new boyfriend who was named Vince.  They?d gone out to dinner and to a Vegas show the night before.  Afterwards, Carol had gone back to his apartment and had sex with him off and on for several hours.  It was almost four in the morning when she finally returned home.  She woke me up from a sound sleep and then had me perform oral sex on her so that I would know just how potent her lover had been.  We both enjoyed that simple act of submission from me.  When she was completely satisfied, we snuggled together under the covers of the bed and went to sleep.  I got up at nine that morning to do the yard work before it got too hot.  Anyway, I started washing clothes around twelve.  Carol came out to the washroom while I was putting in the second load of clothes into the washer.  She told me that Vince had just called and wanted to come over and see her for a little while.  Carol asked me if I had anything planned.  I told her that after the clothes were done, I?d be finished for the day.  She told me to clean the kitchen floor by hand after I finished washing the clothes.  It was a large floor with a lot of tiles.  Whenever Carol told me to clean it by hand, that?s exactly what she meant.  I had to get down on my hands and knees and clean each individual tile and then dry it with a separate towel.  It was cleaning the grout between each tile with a toothbrush, however, that took the longest to do.  This was like a three-hour job.  While I finished washing clothes, Carol took a bubble bath and then did her hair and make-up.  She then put on a black sexy corset with black sheer stockings and black shoes with a four-inch heels.  No panties.  She put on a black silk robe over the outfit and tied the thin belt around her waist.  I watched her getting dressed as I put clean sheets on the bed and put away the folded clothes.  I have to admit to being sexually aroused at the thought of what was about to tell place in my wife?s bed.  Once the clothes were done, I started on the kitchen floor.  Carol sat at the kitchen table with her legs crossed and watched me as she smoked a cigarette.  Probably twenty minutes passed before Vince knocked on the front door.  Carol hurried to answer it.  When Vince entered the hallway and Carol closed the door behind him, they melted into each other?s arms like teenagers in heat and kissed for a couple of minutes.  I could see them from where I was.  Vince opened Carol?s robe and was running his hands all over her body.  She loved it.  Ignoring me, they went into the living room.  I could hear them talking softly to each other.  Several minutes later, they were lying on the carpet, having loud, passionate sex.  I stopped what I was doing, got up, and walked quietly down to the entrance of the living room.  I saw Carol on her back with Vince between her legs with his pants and underwear down around his knees, making wild love to my wife.  They were both groaning and grunting and eventually having extremely powerful orgasms.  I don?t know if they were playing to me or not, but they were exceptionally loud when the orgasms finally arrived.  I had an erection in the front of my cut-off jeans that wouldn?t go away.  I know my face was flushed with sexual heat.  I went back to cleaning the kitchen floor.  While I did that, the two lovebirds went into Carol?s bedroom and had sex two more times.  They?d left the bedroom door open so that I could hear them.  Vince finally left around three-thirty.  He never said anything to me that day.  He simply came down the hallway and opened the front door and left.  The least he could?ve done was to say thank you to me.  I quickly finished the floor and then walked into Carol?s bedroom.  She was lying on the King-size bed, waiting for me.  I took off my clothes and then got down between my wife?s legs and orally pleased her for the next hour.  I always loved doing that to her.  To me it?s the ultimate position for a submissive male.  More so when one?s wife has just had sex with another man.  Afterwards, we both crawled under the sheets and took a snap.  I had to sleep on the huge wet spot that Carol and her lover had made.  That was a constant reminder of what my wife had just done to me, and it made sleep somewhat of a challenge.  Still, I slept.  Later, we ordered out for pizza and then watched Stephen King?s Misery on television.  That was always one of Carol?s favorite movies, especially the scene where Kathy Bates tells James Caan how much she loves him just before taking a sledgehammer to his bare feet.  Whenever my wife watched that particular scene in the movie, she would always elbow me in the side and warn me to never piss her off.  Oh, she nicknamed me Pumpkin, too.               

My biggest fetish is a woman wearing a nice dress, or skirt outfit, with hose and three-inch high heels.  I?ve had this fetish since I was about ten years old and my mother would throw her little luncheons during the week and invite several of her female friends over for the get together.  I always loved it when mom?s friends would cross and uncross their lovely legs, and I would catch a brief glimpse of stocking tops with garter tabs, or a panty girdle.  When I was in high school, girls were still wearing nylons, and I would often drop the infamous pencil on the floor by my desk so that I could bend down and catch a peek at a pair of pretty legs behind me, or to the side.  Of course, the girls always knew what I was doing.  Some of them would kick the back of my desk and startle the daylights out of me when I was trying to look up someone?s skirt.  When pantyhose came out during my first year of college and the skirts got a whole lot shorter, I was in a deep depression for months.  I hated pantyhose and liked longer skirts because of the mystery of what was beneath them.  Both my first wife and second wife would wear nylons and high heels for me on a regular basis because they were smart women and knew a good thing when they saw it.  Nylons and high heels got me into a state of sexual heat faster than anything, which insured that both ladies could buy whatever they wanted when we went shopping for clothes.  In fact, I love taking a woman shopping for shoes, dresses, and especially lingerie.  It turns me on watching a female as she tries on shoes and dresses.  Because I get turned on, the ladies get turned on, and the whole shopping experience becomes a sexual tease for me.  I should also point that both of my wives understood, as only women can, that when we got home from shopping they could expect hours of oral sex from me.  I will say that today, I actually enjoy seeing a woman in pantyhose almost as much as I do in nylons.  I have no idea when or how this change took place, but I now find pantyhose to be terribly sexy.  Inevitably, whenever a woman now dresses like this for me, I will get down my knees and kiss her feet like a true submissive.  I thoroughly love to kiss a woman?s feet and legs when they?re sheathed in nylon.  I can do it for hours at a time and then follow it with hours of oral sex.  See how easy it is for a female to control a man?  Something as simple as wearing nylons and high heels can have a profound affect on how a woman is treated by her man and how much she?s desired.  If you want a man to truly worship you and to hunger for you, then this is all it takes, plus you get to show off your legs.  Try it and see what happens!!! 

Part Two--Common Traits Among Dominant Women.
         As it turns out, all five of these very Dominant women are into administering corporal punishment to their subs with a riding crop, a short whip, a sturdy paddle, or other instruments of pain.  They expect their men to submit to harsh punishment without complaint.  Sometimes the punishment is administered for some small act of disobedience, but most of the time, the ladies simply do it for their own personal pleasure.  Three of the women occasionally have orgasms during these punishment sessions.  Another thing that these women demand from their mates is orgasm denial.  Each of the ladies have her man in a male chastity device so that his orgasms can be completely controlled and monitored.  This not only ensures that the man is faithful to his Mistress, but that he?s also in a near constant state of sexual arousal.  These five women learnt as a teenager that men are more compliant to a woman?s desires when in a perpetual state of sexual heat.  In other words, it?s far easier to get a man to serve you when he?s horny.  A man will do practically anything a woman wants in order to achieve those few moments of sexual release.  As far as how often a slave is allowed to have an orgasm, one woman thought that two weeks was long enough, while the others felt that four-to-six weeks were needed to keep their men in line.  This leads into another area that these five women love to submit their slaves to?strap-on play.  Each of these women thoroughly enjoys the act of taking their submissive with a strap-on.  All of them appear to have very powerful orgasms when doing this.  Also, each of them likes to use a strap-on that?s at least six inches in length.  A few prefer larger ones.  They want their slaves to feel this traumatic invasion to their bodies and to know that it?s being done for the woman?s pleasure.  They all expect their husbands, or slaves, to bend over without complaint and to suffer the humiliation of this act.  This power over a man excites each of the ladies to such a degree that that it makes them want to seek out other ways in which to test their slave?s devotion and love.  This leads to cuckoldry.  None of the five ladies saw any valid reason why she should be denied sex while the submissive was in a chastity device.  All of them felt that it was their right as a Dominant woman to date other men for sexual pleasure.  This made them feel even more powerful; and, as we all know, power can be a strong aphrodisiac.  This is certainly one of the pleasures about being in control of a relationship that each of these women seem to enjoy the most.  They each take advantage of cuckoldry in order to achieve a sexual freedom that knows no bounds and with their husband?s full knowledge.  All of the women date men who are more endowed and better looking than their mates.  They also pick men who are extremely sexual and can go several times in an evening, while the husband, or slave, is made to watch.  These women want lovers who can carry them to new plateaus of sexual pleasure.  Two of the women have taken black lovers and have become sexually submissive to them with their husbands having to deal with this rather unusual twist of fate.  Not only must the husband, or slave, deal with the fact that the woman he loves and serves is having an affair with a black bull, he has to also accept the fact that his Mistress is now the sexual slave of the bull.  This certainly adds to the husband?s humiliation.  But, this isn?t the worse of it by any stretch of the imagination.  Because each of these women enjoys sex without a condom, the lovers are required to provide a clean bill of health before being allowed to go bareback.  This intensifies the slave?s humiliation, especially when he?s made to perform clean-up duties after the sexual encounter between his Mistress and her lover.  The one thing that really surprised me is that each of these Dominant women has forced their husband, or slave, to perform oral sex on the lover.  It?s usually done as a prelude to sexual intercourse with the husband preparing the lover for entry into his Mistress.  This lets the husband know exactly what part he plays in the tryst.  With regards to the two ladies who have black lovers and are submissive to them, it?s the bull who's demanded that the submissive husband pay homage to him by orally servicing his body, even to completion if so desiredl.  This has not bothered the two Dominant women at all,  In fact, they expect their husbands to sexually submit to the bulls in whatever way is demanded.  I should also point out that these women enjoy making their husbands submit to another man and that it sexually arouses them.  None of women seem to feel any guilt over what the husband has been made to endure.  Each of them feels that when a man truly commits to this type of lifestyle, then he has to be prepared for anything that comes along.  A woman by her very nature will always try to determine what a man?s limits are and then force him to surpass them.  So, does Female Domination bring out the sadistic side of a woman?s personality?  I believe it does.  I also think that women quickly become addicted to this sense of power that they have over a man and that once tasted, they never return to the normal, everyday type of relationship.  Too boring for them.  Do submissive men love being treated this way by the women in their life?  The answer is yes, they do.  They might complain about some of the things that are done to them, but they always come back for more.  It seems as though the worse a woman treats a man, the more he loves and worships her.  This is something that all women should keep in mind.  A man wants to feel secure in a relationship and to know that he?s loved, but he also wants the woman to take complete control and to make him feel like a slave in every sense of the word.  He wants to feel it to the bone and to know that he belongs to her and to nobody else.     

Part One--Common Traits Among Dominant Women.

      Since I started writing my own blog--Female Domination and Cuckoldry--last November on the blogspot.com site, I?ve been able to meet a lot of Dominant women from around the United States and Canada.  I?ve developed friendships with at least five of the women who have written to me about the blog and about my short stories on Literotica.com.  This has enabled me to learn more about the Dominant female and the things that they have in common with each other.  Of course, all women are different in what they desire from a relationship, whether it?s vanilla or one based on Female Domination.  This is what I?ve discovered over the last few months with regards to these five individuals and what they want from a submissive man in a Female Led Relationship.  Some of the ladies are married, while others have been involved in a D/s relationship with a boyfriend or lover.  This wasn?t a survey, nor does it imply that all Dominant women want the same exact things in a relationship.  I think, however, that it?s safe to say that most Dominant females do desire some of the same things in a relationship with a submissive man.  Two of the five ladies are married and live in Las Vegas.  One lady is married, but has had a four-year D/s relationship with a submissive male without her husband?s knowledge.  She lives in Canada.  Another woman is single and lives in Illinois, while the fifth woman is also single, but lives in Texas.  None of these women are professional Dominatrixes.  All of them, however, have known that they were Dominant since they were children.  For most of them, they weren?t able to express these true feelings that society seems to frown upon until they were in their mid-thirties to early forties.  First of all, these five women are drawn to men who are intelligent and strong in their beliefs.  None of the women are attracted to men who want to be a doormat.  They want their men to have some fire in them and to be people who aren?t afraid to express their thoughts and opinions to others.  Of course, it?s the female?s opinion that matters in the long run and these ladies expect their men to accept that fact.  Second, all of the ladies sought a man who was employed and had stability in his profession.  The man didn?t have to be rich, but he certainly had to have a job.  Also, none of the women were interested in supporting some guy who couldn?t keep a job for longer than two months.  Remember, they were seeking someone to be their partner in a relationship, and the man has to be able to pull his own weight.  With regards to appearance and personality, each of these ladies sought different things.  Two of them wanted their men to have bodies like Brad Pitt, while the other ladies figured that they could easily put their guys on a diet and have them exercise each day, until they were in reasonable enough shape.  Weight for the most part wasn?t an issue as long as the man was willing to change to suit the woman.  Women are always looking to change their men and to mold them into whatever they desire.  This is definitely a common trait amongst women.  Next, they all wanted a man who would go along with this plan and not fight them every inch of the way.  A man who?s willing to change for his woman is a big plus.  Intelligence, however, was a different matter.  None of the women wanted a stupid man in their life.  Each wanted someone that she could converse with on a daily basis and share her thoughts and feelings with.  Humor was another important factor.  They wanted their men to have a sense of humor about life and to not take it too seriously.  Once again about a man?s appearance, none of these ladies expected their men to look like a Hollywood model, though they wouldn?t have been disappointed if the guy did, in fact, look like a hunk out of GQ.  Some of the women were more concerned with the man?s eyes and smile and if he had a full head of hair.  All of the ladies wanted a man who shared many of the same interests as they did.  None of them expected to find a man who was into all of the same things that they were.  That wasn?t realistic.  None of them, however, wanted a guy whose only interest was in sleeping, eating, watching Saturday football on TV, and having sex once a week.  These women wanted a man who enjoyed doing things with them outside of the D/s relationship.  Inside the D/s relationship, each woman expected her man to do exactly as he was told and to find enjoyment in pleasing her.  All of these women wanted a man who would automatically assume the responsibilities of cleaning the house, washing the clothes, mowing the lawn, washing the car, getting the car fixed when necessary, doing most of the grocery shopping, giving daily body massages, bathing them when desired, providing hours of oral sex without demanding intercourse in return, plus a hundred other things that would make the woman?s life more pleasant and relaxing.  They didn?t want to have to tell their men to do these things.  All of them expected their mate, slave, submissive, to naturally take over these chores and duties as a way of expressing his love for the woman of the house.  Now, this is where things really started to get interesting. 

I?ve noticed a fashion trend in this new era of Dominant women.  It seems as though (and I may be wrong on this) that many of them no longer like to wear high-heels or leather boots, stockings and garter belts, or even pantyhose, and especially a leather skirt or dress, or a pair of tight pants.  They seem to prefer jeans or slacks, regular walking shoes or tennis shoes, cut-off shorts, sweat pants, etc.  I asked a Dominant friend of mine in Chicago about this, and she told me that a lot of the new Dominant women simply want to be comfortable in their appearance and don?t want to put the effort into dressing up for their submissives.  Now, this is coming from someone who?s been a Dominant for a number of years and loves to put on stockings and high-heels and a sexy corset when she dominates the male species.  Though she doesn?t have sex with her submissives, she still wants them to be in sexual heat for her.  This makes the submissive more obedient to her demands and enables him to take harder whippings, which she loves to inflict upon them.  I asked her if these ladies understood that in order to successfully control the male a woman must find out what the things are that sexually excite him and then use them to gain control over him?  The answer given to me is that for the most part today?s women just don?t care.  Today?s Dominant female seems to expect (and I?m not talking about all Dominant women) the man to wait on her hand and foot simply out of love, or because he worships her as a woman to be served.  Though I understand what is being said and agree to the logic behind it, it?s still not realistic.  The way to a man?s heart isn?t through his stomach, but rather through his penis.  Most men would much rather sit in front of the TV on Saturday afternoons and watch a football game than to clean the house and wash clothes for his wife.  That?s a given.  A man has to be motivated to want to do these extra things for his wife and, to me at least, the biggest motivation for a man is SEX.  It doesn?t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.  That?s just common sense.  A man is much more eager to please a woman in whatever way she desires when he?s sexually turned on.  Most women understand this by their early twenties, if not their late teens.  Now, I?m not saying that in a LTR a woman has to stay dressed up all of the time.  That isn?t realistic, either.  Still, if her man?s fetish is high-heels, she should have him take her out shopping to buy some new shoes.  If it?s stockings and a garter belt (my second wife always said that smart women wore hose because stockings hid the imperfections in a woman?s legs, especially as she grew older), how much time does it take to put them on?  Isn?t a few minutes of effort worth having your submissive eager to orally please you for hours at a time, or to clean the house and mow the lawn and wash the clothes and do the grocery shopping and wash the car, etc., etc.?  Wouldn?t a Dominant woman want to look sexy for her man so as to entice him to want to do all of these things for her?  All marriages are about give and take (or compromising), not just take, take, take and take.  Both sides have to make an effort to please the other person so that they can get what they need out of the relationship.  It?s as simple as that.  So, ladies when you go out to meet a submissive man for the first time and you expect him to dress up and look nice for you, do the same for him.  And, when you finally hook him, don?t stop looking sexy just because you now have a man to wait on you.  Keep him sexually on the edge so that he constantly wants you and is willing to obey your every command.  That?s called teasing him!  The more you tease him with his fetish, or just by dressing up in sexy clothes, the more you?ll get out of him in the long run with little, or no effort on your part.          

I was married to my second wife for five years.  During years number two and three, we had a strong D/s relationship that was centered on Female Domination and Cuckoldry.  Those two years were the best of my life.  I also think that they were two of the happiest years that my wife, Carol, had ever experienced, too.  If her family hadn?t set out to destroy our marriage, I believe Carol and I would?ve stayed together in a D/s relationship until her untimely death from cancer several years ago.  It took her death to finally get an apology from Carol?s family over how I was treated by them during our marriage, especially during the last two years of it.  I only mention this part because Carol and I had the time of our lives during the two years that she was dominant over me.  We both loved the games and the sex and the kinkiness.  Carol was a very sexual woman.  She enjoyed having sex with different men.  During Carol?s first two marriages, she cheated on each husband as if there was no tomorrow.  She couldn?t help herself.  It was a part of who she was as a person.  After the first year of our marriage when I explained to Carol that I wanted to be her slave and for her to cuckold me, it was like the birth of a new individual.  Carol couldn?t believe that I was giving her the freedom to have sex with other men whenever she wanted.  She would no longer have to cheat and hide and lie and to sneak around to get her rush.  Carol could do it out in the open with my full knowledge and blessing.  In fact, I wanted her to do it.  Being cuckolded turned me on in ways I could never understand or explain.  Carol, needless to say, took to it like a duck to water.  Within the first week of being given this unusual freedom, she had a date lined up with a well-endowed younger man (Jim) who worked at the same hotel as she did.  Jim would turn out to be one of her steady boyfriends for the next two years.  Not only did he enjoy having sex with Carol, he got off on the kinkiness of the relationship and the fact that I had absolutely no say-so in it.  Jim could come over to the house whenever he wanted and have sex with my wife.  This generally happened two-to-three times a week.  I would usually stay in my bedroom while they had their fun.  Sometimes, however, Carol would tie me up and put me in her bedroom closet so that I could listen to the pleasure that Jim gave her.  There were even a few times when I was tied up at the foot of the bed and blindfolded, listening to the two lovebirds go at it for most of the afternoon or evening.  This always seemed to turn them on as much as it did me.  I remember quite clearly the first date that Carol had with Jim.  It was a Saturday night, and I had run a nice bubble bath for her.  I bathed her and shaved her legs while she discussed how excited she was at what was going to happen that evening.  After the bath, we went into her bedroom and she lay down on her bed so that I could put body lotion on her and then give her a good massage.  The massage was so relaxing that Carol almost fell asleep several times during it.  Afterwards, I helped her to pick out her lingerie and a sexy, but classing dress outfit to wear for her new boyfriend.  When she was finally dressed and ready for her date, I knelt down before Carol and kissed both of her feet in homage and then told her that I wanted her to have the best time of her life.  Carol and Jim came back from their dinner/show date around eleven at night.  I was in my bedroom reading a Stephen King novel when they got home.  I heard the front door open and close, and then the sounds of them walking down the hallway to her bedroom.  When I heard Carol?s bedroom door close, I opened my own door so that I could listen better to the sounds of passion that I knew would soon be drifting down to my ears.  And, it wasn?t long before I heard my wife moaning loudly with intense pleasure as Jim made love to her, not once, but three separate times.  It was almost two in the morning when he finally left.  My wife knew that I was still awake and came for me.  We got into her bed and made wild, passionate love, but only after I?d orally pleased her for the first thirty minutes.  She wanted me to understand in no uncertain terms just how well Jim had satisfied her and to acknowledge my submission to her.  For me, that night signified what it meant to really serve a Dominant woman and to care more about her satisfaction than my own. 

I'm in search of a woman who knows that she's Dominant to the very core of her being and loves it.  She expects a man to wait on her hand and foot and to happily submit to her every demand, no matter how painful or humiliating it might be.  She understands that a true sub can only find real happiness by serving his Mistress, and therefore, she uses this toward her own pleasure and satistfaction.  The Dominant woman I'm in search of knows that the most loving and obediant husband is a man who's been placed in chastity with the wife as the keyholder.  A woman who totally controls her husband's orgasm control his entire life.  Also, as a Dominant female in charge of the relationship, she gladly accepts her God-given right to cuckold her husband at every opportunity, knowing that he will love and cherish and desire her all the more.  Are there any Dominant women out there in seach of a 24/7 relationship like this, or is it a dream never to be fulfilled?