Happy Femdom Story: his Queen

I’m delighted to have a wonderful happy femdom story to share with you.

This is a lovely story of mutual discovery and goodness and love <3. Please enjoy.

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Author: his Queen

This is a story about a Domme who didn’t know she was a Domme and a sub who didn’t know he was a sub, until they found each other and in so doing, discovered a little more of themselves.

They worked together by day. He was her boss and he took two years to notice her, to really see her. Some flirty texts, a clandestine drink and they embarked on a relationship both assumed would be vanilla, but very quickly turned to kink.

A throw-away remark inviting him to spank her, the admission that she wanted to tie him to her bed, and soon they were negotiating safe words and checklists, scenarios and fantasies.

Neither had heard of BDSM.

He presumed he’d be the Dom – he was used to taking charge. But she knew she wasn’t the sub in this relationship.

They discussed dynamics and dominance, submission and the exchange of power. And he agreed to submit his will to hers.

It wasn’t his natural position – and from time to time he’d push back. And every now and then she let him. She wanted him to submit from a position of strength rather than weakness.

And yet even as he resisted, their relationship evolved, and it felt more and more natural to him to submit. Her quiet confidence stood firm as they grew into what began to feel like the natural order of things.

She gave him a collar and made him hers. He knelt before her and said he wanted to go deeper.

She took his hand and together they stepped into the void.

She set him tasks, controlled his orgasms, belted him and caned him, tied him up, tied him down, pegged him, humiliated him, slapped and bruised him, shocked him, tortured him, strangled and humbled him, called him her slut, her slave, her bitch…. She dressed him in her underwear and threatened to pimp him out. He admitted he wanted to suck cock just for her. Nothing was too shocking or too much; together they ran headlong towards the edge of their limits, impatient to see how far they could go.

Which came first, BDSM or each other? Neither could say for sure, but their connection was strong, kindred spirits magnetised.

2 years in they were still learning about each other, still falling for each other and still growing into whatever it was they were meant to be. He called her his Queen; he was her good boy. Secretly, she thought of him as her everything.

They hope to live happily ever after, if they can dare to believe such a thing exists. But for now they are happy to live in the moment, wrapped in the warmth of the love they share and the quiet whisper of what is, nestled deep in their hearts.

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This post is part of an ongoing project to share positive happy femdom relationship stories. If you’re in a joyful femdom relationship and have a story you’d like to share, I’d be delighted to have it. Please see my call out request for the details, and send it on to me.

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