Happy femdom stories – Mistress Kimm

This happiness is from the gorgeous and talented Mistress Kimm (if you want to see *how* gorgeous and talented, I highly recommend you click the link below).

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Author: Mistress Kimm

My slave and I met on the blogs of ALT. He was this sexy submissive male who had Domina’s all over the place trying to collar him. I was impressed with him for several reasons. Besides his brain, writing, physical looks: he handled the attention in a shy humble way, being very careful not to lead anyone on… but being a single submissive male, he was enjoying what I think of as BDSM ‘dating’.

I was also a Domina who had 2 collared subs. We were both in our own ways ‘playing the field’ after getting out of long relationships. The timing could not have been worse for a lasting relationship.

When he showed an interest, I hesitated because I knew the women who wanted him and I was not interested in competing. I really ignored my attraction to him for quite awhile. He was quite annoyed that he couldn’t seem to get my attention. There was every reason in the world that the timing shouldn’t have worked for us. But, it did. We felt it; even at such a distance… this was something special.

Once I admitted that I was interested, he dropped the others (carefully, as a gentleman) as he knew I just couldn’t be interested in someone who had any interest in others. He did this with hope and good faith (cancelling a trip to London to meet a Domina, losing quite a bit of money) before I let my two subs go. It was an impressive step, proving his sincere interest.

Working up to the first in-person meet was intense for us both. We are not ‘flighty’ people prone to falling in love. Yet… we just knew this was something different than either of us had experienced. We were downright crazy about each other.

Getting to know him before that through the blogs, email, cam and phone was such fun (and so damn hot). One thing I was concerned about was his seeming lack of fetishes. He swore up and down that what turned him on was whatever turned the dominant on. This threw me a bit as I was more used to men with specific fetishes and desires. I was not sure I believed him fully. It also left me wide open. At first wondering how I would decide to scene with absolutely no hint of how this will affect the other person. He was an experienced submissive though, having been in the lifestyle 15 years longer than I have – so most anything I might want to do should be fine. My creative and dominant self took over and the feeling of being free to do whatever I wanted seduced me, turned me on and just made me crazy.

When we met, it was absolute fire. Our natures were so perfect for each other, like magnets. The moment our eyes met, there was electricity and the most intense D/s feelings I had ever encountered. I could feel that he was mine, completely. Even just in the airport waiting for his bags was intense and full of subtle domination and submission. By the time we checked into our hotel room, we were both insane with heat. I have never treated anyone as fierce as I did him that weekend. Neither of us had ever felt something so deep. Never had I felt like such power, like such a violent animal in raging heat, and so in control of another person.

The weekend of was full of more sensuality than I could describe, but it also was full of laughter and friendship. It was like… coming home. I collared him that first weekend together.

I also did all things most would say is wrong when wanting a man. Here he was at almost 40 years of age, having never been married or having children. I was a year younger, but had been married 20 years and had 3 children. Considering how I felt, I took him to meet my youngest son and best friends that first weekend together. While I knew this to be almost foolishly bold, I didn’t want to waste time playing games. I had wasted enough of my life – at this age, it felt as if I just knew. He was in shock as he had only prepared for a kink weekend. He tried to get out of it, but I insisted. If we hadn’t been meant for each other – this would have scared off any sane man! It was pretty much settled from that moment on, even though we didn’t dare say it out loud.

On the next visit to his state to see him (about a month later), I laughingly told him that he would marry me someday. I’m not sure if I was being so forward to see if it would scare him off, but I don’t think so. I think I just knew. I was that confident… as if I could see our future.

Six months after that first weekend, 4 amazingly hot and laughter-filled visits later – he had left his fabulous job, family, and friends to move to a state he had hated all his life… to be my lover and slave. Imagine the bravery!

Commence the very trying period of time where my expectations were not realistic, and he was under a lot of strain with all the changes, new job, and homesickness. Despite the stress and endless communication that was needed to work through reality vs. fantasy, it was exciting and wonderful.

He first lived in an apartment in the same complex I did – giving him time to get to know the kids. This coincided with my oldest 2 starting their rebellious stages (at ages 15 & 16)… talk about a tornado he walked into! Thankfully, as he and I were starting, they hadn’t begun their rebellion – otherwise I would not have brought anyone into that drama. Neither of us was prepared for this and it added a dimension that had to be worked out as we moved in together 6 months after he arrived here. Oh the dramas and trials! Oh the guilt I felt at times because of bringing him into the teenagers drama/rebellious time. Yet, we were together and having such fun between the kid-dramas.

Our love and life grew. Our kink and his deepening submission to me grew. Our commitment to each other grew. New kink and boundaries were breached. Lifetime proof of our devotion was made with permanent tattoos. He got down on his knees and asked me to marry him about a year after he had moved here. We had a long engagement, which suited us fine as we wanted to plan it to be back in his home state. Plus, we had many more kid dramas to get through. While they were difficult and trying in all ways, he stood there beside me and lifted me up through it all.

A year and a half after he asked me, we were married in a gorgeous vanilla ceremony in his childhood backyard, surrounded by his friends and family (as well as mine). My youngest son walked me down the aisle and my daughter and mother were bridesmaids. I wore a deep red wedding dress with feathers in my hair – the only less-than-vanilla part of our wedding. The song we walked down the aisle to (and danced to) was ‘Feels Like Home’… and it is still perfect for us.

Despite the wedding being vanilla, our marriage is far from it. 6 months after marrying, I had him quit his job to work for himself, and part-time for me as my business has taken off. Now we both work from home and are together every day, which suits us perfectly. My two older kids are out of the house now (being adults), even if they do try to drop by often at the most inconvenient times. The youngest is with us every other week… which gives us half the month to indulge in our kinks openly at home.

Four more years and the youngest will be off to college. In a couple years we will begin looking and researching to see where we will move to (as we both despise this state). We can hardly wait! In the meantime: we are completely devoted to one another. I have never felt so loved, so free to be myself, and accepted in my entire life. I am dominant and control what I wish to control in our lives, but it is so natural that I never feel pressure to do or be anything I am not. He is obedient and loving and a tease and playful and just wonderful. We have goals and aspirations to be even more blatantly M/s day-to-day as we work… such
as a slave uniform, regular chastity and more formal protocols. He kneels every night before bed to tell me: ‘I love you, Mistress. And I worship you.’ Never ever did vanilla relationships make me feel fully loved as this M/s one between us does…not even close.

Those of us who do this, need something different to feel loved. Not to mention that I have never had my clothing so clean and neatly folded. Although, him doing all housework, errands and working for my business was a fantasy. Reality is that while I would love for him to be a full-time slave (and can afford it), I allow him to continue working as he loves it and it is a big part of him being an interesting, smart, accomplished partner. Therefore, while he does the lion’s share of mundane chores, I am a caring and thoughtful wife who steps up when
needed on a regular basis.

He is remarkably close to my youngest son and it makes my heart melt. His presence in the kid’s lives is so important as they have not had exposure to such a good and smart man previously. They have a father who loves them, but is just a different kind of man. I know he doubts what an impact he will have (especially on the older two), but as I had a step-father, I know that when they are mature they will look back and realize how important he was to them. They do not know of our kink as it is none of their business, but they see how happy I am and that there is a difference in our relationship compared to many they see.

As you can tell by my subjects written out here – our vanilla life with kids and work, is just as vital and meaningful and important as our M/s. Reality demands this and is something new couples should be aware of. While I love that he is my slave and an ass whore for me when I am in the mood that is a small part of making a lifelong commitment. For me at least, that came as a shock as my mind was on the kink most of the time. He had to make such huge changes in his life to be here with me – true sacrifices. On the other hand, I had to come to terms with the fires of our M/s not being all consuming – that there is still real mundane life. Yet… with our relationship, it is rarely ever mundane.

We are like other silly vanilla couples – laughing about how we will be when we are old and grey. The only difference is that we fantasize we are in a nursing home with me chasing him around with a whip. We plan to be kicked out of several… playing and laughing every moment we have on this earth.

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This post is part of a project to share happy, positive femdom relationship stories.  If you have a story and are willing to share it, please email it to me (ferns at domme-chronicles dot com).