Happy femdom stories – Anonymous

Shhhh… An anonymous contributor snuck in with this most wonderful story. Thank you, dear anonymous!

Author: Anonymous

When I was 24 I met a very cute and shy little man. A gentle soul who was willing to talk about whatever I wanted and listened to whatever I said. I was a confirmed lesbian at the time, and in a relationship, so, of course I was only interested in friendship with him. He didn’t seem to mind. When I questioned him about his life, he told me whatever I wanted to know, even if it was difficult to talk about. Through email and phone conversations, I learned that one of his past relationships was with a Dominant woman. The relationship was abusive and unhealthy and ended badly and he was still scarred from the experience. I had heard of BDSM and had fantasies that I never acted out with my female lovers. My fantasies always involved me being the bottom and I was never comfortable with the thought of someone else, especially a female, having control over me (I had been sexually abused my mother).

Our friendship grew stronger and stronger. When my lover left me, I turned to him for comfort. Within weeks, we became lovers and he moved in. As a lover he was just as gentle and listened just as well. Whatever I asked for, he gave me, and then some. If I woke in the middle of the night and wanted to drive to the beach to see the sunrise (an hour away)… fine. In bed, out of bed… whatever I asked for, he gave me.

Within a few months of our relationship, I decided to buy some toys and surprise him… dominate him in bed (he never asked me to). I was surprised by my own reaction to our bed room games. I was really freed I guess the the right word by the fact that this man would do anything to make me happy. Over the next few years, the amount of D/s we included in our relationship increased. Once or twice I asked him to dominate me, but really… It was more like I presented him with a list of instructions of what I wanted him to do to me. If I changed my mind in the middle of play, play changed. I was still in control even when I was the one tied up.

We married 3 years after we met. We met over 15 years ago. He is still my world, I am still in charge. We don’t whip out the toys as much as we once did, but they come out sometimes. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, the toys come out whenever I want them to.

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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).