Happy femdom stories – Her Majesty’s Plaything

I was delighted when hmp submitted this wonderfully sweet story of the kind of successful relationship that is so rare that they give out silver bullion for it. Enjoy!

Author: Her Majesty’s plaything

I first laid eyes on Her Majesty when my band played a function at her college. She was dressed in a black Indian sari and high heels; her long black hair flowing down to the middle of her back. My first glimpse of her felt like a lightning strike and my immediate reaction was “who is that???” I invited her to smoke a joint with me between sets. We started dating and I soon discovered (much to my delight) that she was naturally dominant. She was also surrounded by men competing for her attentions. She told me I reminded her of her younger brother and treated me like a pleasant distraction. We drifted apart and saw other people for awhile. Then we came back together and started seeing each other on a more serious basis.

When I finally worked up the nerve to confess my submissive sexual fantasies to her she told me to buy her a real whip. I purchased her a riding crop from the Pink Pussycat Boutique in the West Village. When she used it on me the first time she made me kneel at her feet and lick her stiletto pumps clean. At one point the beating became so intense that I reared up and screamed. “Quiet” she snarled, shoving my head between her legs and continuing the whipping. The marks lasted for over a week. I was transported!

Her Majesty was the answer to my dreams and prayers. I was completely under her spell and I wasn’t going to let her get away. The urge to ask for her hand in marriage seized me unexpectedly one evening. It was a completely spontaneous act and my proposal came out in a halting stammering voice. “Sure why not?” she responded. It sounded like she didn’t quite take me seriously and was calling my bluff.

We were married in the Caribbean and celebrated our honeymoon there on a tropical island paradise. Last summer we celebrated our 25th anniversary on the same Island with her family and our son who is almost ready to go to college. It has been an amazing and incredibly beautiful journey. We have had our ups and downs but all the troubles and challenges we faced together have only made us stronger.

Her Majesty is not an easy woman to please but keeping her happy is my highest priority. Our relationship has become more service oriented over the course of time as I learned about the femdom lifestyle. We don’t’ live by a strict set of protocols because we find those too inflexible. Our first rule is; “what she says goes!” Our second rule is; “when in doubt see rule number one!” Sometimes, if I have been a good boy, she still lets me kneel at her feet and lick her shoes clean while she beats my ass black and blue.

There is nothing I love more than serving Her Majesty and making her smile. She is a grounded, highly intelligent, beautiful, caring, naturally dominant woman. I love her as much today as I did the day we were married 25 years ago. I count myself a very lucky man!

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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).