Happy femdom stories – Étienne

Étienne is the most lovely man. I always think of him as a calm and zen-like presence who brings thought, experience and gentle reason to many discussions both here on my blog and on Fetlife. I am delighted that he chose to share his story. Thank you, Étienne.

Author: Étienne

I was just getting out of a horrible, abusive relationship with an unbalanced dominant woman. A year of therapy had taught me a lot about myself and really helped me turn a corner. I was spending the Christmas holiday in South Carolina, alone.

While I’d been kinky all my life, and had a fair bit of experience in my just-ended relationship, including making some videos, I’d never been to a ProDomme. I decided that would be a nice treat for myself. I think in the back of my mind, I also wanted to do something my ex would find totally objectionable, since we’d had a history of making up after breaking up, and I wanted to be sure to drive a stake through that!

So, I looked for ProDommes in South Carolina. There were two. In the whole state. I looked at their websites, and decided Mistress Ellen would be the one I’d try. She provided her IM contact information, and I clicked the link.

I still have the chat transcript.

We agreed to meet in two days’ time, at her dungeon. The policy I adopted then, and still use today, is that a session with a professional should be treated like a date. I wanted her to enjoy being with me as much as I wanted to enjoy being with her. The order of the next day was to shop for suitable clothes and a gift for her.

I arrived at her door at the appointed time. She had a beautiful smile and big, blue eyes.

Was I nervous? Yes. On the other hand, my ex had been brutal, and I had done video work with some awfully tough Ladies, and I was confident that I could handle what an established professional was likely to do.

Our session was … wonderful. I would up with blood blisters all over my bottom, hips, and even penis from her singletail. But there was something entirely new here. In between the stinging blows of the whip, she would cove over to me, and hold me, and stroke me and kiss me. She was happy and clearly having a very good time.

I’d never experienced that before.

I came back again, on Christmas. We had another session, and Christmas dinner.

A year and a half later, she moved to California, and in with me. We’re very, very happy.

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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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6 Comments

  1. SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! You can be a nice sadist so yah boo sucks to all of you who think I'm mean :P

    Coug

    P.S. I'm not THAT nice but hah

  2. I've had this idea that going to a pro-domme would be a painfully disingenuous experience, but this makes it sound, rather fun. Not for me necessarily, but I get why a chap might enjoy it.

  3. On the one hand to whip and kiss the same person seems like two different games.

    But if it’s my arse then, I want her with the whip to be pleased and to love me and prize me for pleasing her. I want her to tell me and show me with affection that I am valued. Maybe afterwards but I need to know.

    Sex and no affection would seem odd and sad.

    Why is there even such a thing as sex and no affection? Where does that idea come from any way?

    Satan

  4. Thank you for posting, Miss, and thanks for the kind words. I don't always live up to my ideals, I must hasten to add.

    @Peroxide: I'm happy I made it sound fun! :-) Some women become pros because it lets them give up the day job and spend more time playing. Those are the Ladies to look for; they're the ones who are most likely to be interested in a genuine experience. It is indeed not for everyone, though.

  5. Étienne: “Thank you for posting, Miss, and thanks for the kind words.”

    *smile* No, thank *you*.

    “I don't always live up to my ideals, I must hasten to add.”

    Really? Shocker! I *always* do… except when I don't… but that doesn't count.

    Ferns

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