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).

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8 Comments

  1. I loved this one. It's heart warming when two people can grow a close, loving, and long lasting relationship like that. There were no preconceived ideas about “getting” anything other than friendship and yet time, circumstance, and compatibility eventually welded a beautiful bond.
    What a great story!

  2. This one made me tear up. I completely get the part about driving to the beach just to see the sunset and that he would do it in a moment's notice. That's what it is all about imo. *smiles*

    Faith

  3. Hi story teller,

    You mention your Mum. Could you ever patch that up?

    That is if you want to say.

    Thanks for your story.

    Satan

  4. Satan,

    No, I never did “patch it up” with my mom. In addition to being abusive, she was also insane. She stayed that way until the day she died. Interestingly enough, the shy little man came with children and I was able to do for them what I couldn't do just for myself. I cut her completely out of my life.

    I have had lots of therapy and am a fully functional, very happy, well adjusted person. :)

    Thank you for asking.

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