I have posted one of aussieBum’s clips previously because they do an excellent line in gratuitous yumminess and unapologetic objectification of the men in it.
And this one, well, it is simply and fabulously hilarious… and plus… Santa hats!
Happy holidays!
I cannot tell you how lovely it is for me when one of these stories lands in my inbox *happy sigh*. This one is incredibly sweet. Thank you Beta Five, and Miss Elisabeth, for sharing it. Enjoy!
Author: Beta Five
About two years ago, I discovered that I had an interest in BDSM. I had talked about the subject with an old friend from my hometown who is a pro Domme, and she suggested that I get connected to the local kink community and learn to become a Dom. I had no idea how to do that– or even if there WAS a local kink scene—so the idea got shelved. I thought about it a LOT, but without resources, there was nothing to do.
About five or six months later, I was at a Pagan festival, talking to an old friend who, I discovered, was also into BDSM. That’s when this Elisabeth joined the conversation, as BDSM was also of interest to her. After the conversation ran on for a few minutes, I discovered that she was from my area, and so I told her of my situation, and asked if she could help me connect to the local scene.
Now mind you, Elisabeth, at the time, was a 21-year-old redhead stripper. She was (and still is) absolutely beautiful—the kind of woman that skeezy men approach all the time. I am sixteen years older than she is, overweight, and autistic (read: socially awkward). She did not know what to expect, and to be blunt, if I was safe. She also took one look and me and saw that I am not a Dominant. (I am in fact a switch, but with a strong submissive leaning that I was not aware of.)
I was polite and respectful, so she decided to take a chance, and gave me her phone number for texting purposes. Over the next month or two, we talked. And talked. And talked. We talked about me, BDSM, sex and sexuality… and gradually a friendship formed. She was very careful not to give me the wrong impression—there is never going to be a sexual or romantic element to our relationship. And she did NOT tell me that I was not a Dom. She walked me around the subject carefully a few times until I figured out that I should probably experience the sub side first. And it wasn’t long after I figured it out that she invited me to her club, and put me on the cross for the first time.
I was prepared for pain. What I was not prepared for was subspace. I didn’t even know it existed. But gradually I fell into that trance, and the only things I knew were the points of impact and the place where her other hand was resting on my skin. I do not know how long it lasted; it was just a moment frozen in time. I don’t remember afterwards. What I do remember is driving the hour back to my house and crying and not knowing why because I wasn’t upset, and knowing that my life was moving in a direction that it needed to be.
The one scene turned into another, and another. A bond began to form. I became her student. She introduced me to her friends, and I started going to her club regularly. And then one night the theme was Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I had decided to go with a costume of briefs, blue butterfly wings, and some elaborate face makeup. Someone suggested I enter the costume contest, and the costume was so silly that I won third place. I was enjoying the hell out of that when a very attractive woman complimented me on the costume, and then turned to introduce me to one of her friends…. “Have you met Naked Fairy?”
I turned around to see Elisabeth smiling happily. “Oh,” she laughed. “I already know him. He’s Mine.”
It’s hard to explain. I didn’t think she was attaching any particular significance to it; it was the very fact that it was an offhand comment that struck me. She wasn’t bragging, or marking territory, she was just making a statement of how she knew me. And it warmed me.
I have said before that from that moment on, I was Hers. Writing this again, I realize that’s not quite true. From that moment, I knew I was Hers. I had been becoming more and more attached to her, and from that moment, I was aware of it. I began to worry that I would fall in love with her. And I really began to dread the day that she decided my training was complete, and that the relationship would change, and that I wouldn’t be hers.
It wasn’t long after that that our lives got crazy. Through no planning or intention, we didn’t see each other for almost six months. About once a month, one of us would text the other, we’d catch up on what was going on in each other’s lives, say we missed each other, and then another month would pass. Then we each got our lives under control, and then it was back to the way it always was. Interestingly enough, we never talk about that hiatus. It’s not like denial; it’s just… not worth mentioning. There was no drama, no hurt feelings, no issue…. It was just one of those inconvenient things that’s over and you don’t think about it.
And shortly after that, she told me that she’d been thinking about our Teacher/student relationship, and that she felt we had grown beyond that point. Would I be interested in a more permanent and official submissive role? Yes, Ma’am, I would.
We decided that the best dynamic would be pet, and when we thought about what kind of pet I would be, we settled on an Artificial Intelligence/Android named Beta Five. It was one of those things where we took a couple of weeks to figure out, but by the time we had, it was just obvious. It was like we had decided what was already true, and it crystallised our relationship.
My name is Beta Five. I am the pet of Miss Elisabeth. She is the only woman in my life who I don’t doubt. I am a part of her family; there is a sign hanging over her guest bed that identifies it as “Five’s Bed”, and when my collar is not on my neck, she keeps it on her altar. When she gives me an instruction, I am pleased to obey. When she smiles at me, it warms me. When she tells me she loves me, I believe her, and that is something with which I have great difficulty. She has never told me to trust her—she doesn’t have to. I am Hers.
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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).
The first thing I asked of e did not go so well.
It was a small thing, a simple thing… I had asked him a question in an email. He had been formulating an answer, he reassured me that he had not forgotten, but it was taking days, too long.
I gave him a deadline. He agreed to it.
Then he failed to meet it.
He sent me a note some 5 minutes after the deadline explaining that he had had a bad morning, that it was on its way. The email itself arrived about an hour after the deadline. He said that if his explanation was not sufficient, he would accept my punishment.
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Hello e,
I checked my email about 10 minutes before midnight, and I thought, “It’s fine, he is fucking about with it and will send it a minute before midnight.” I honestly didn’t believe that you would miss the deadline for a moment.
The start of your day was rough, I understand, and am glad it was sorted, but if it really was that dire that it took up all of your time, and you recognised that you weren’t going to hit the time earlier on, and had asked for a bit longer, I might have given it to you. Contacting me after it was already due to say that it wasn’t done is something else entirely.
There is no punishment here. I have no interest in starting off this way, with this cycle where you don’t do what I ask and a punishment somehow makes it okay. If you are mine, and punishment is warranted, then that is a different scenario. Right now, we are just feeling each other out to see what’s what.
Some advice:
Do what you say you will do.
It’s not very complicated.
I said to you earlier not to over promise and under deliver. I am serious about it. Any idiot off the street can do that, and make excuse after excuse as to why they didn’t do what they said they would do, on things both big and small. Some excuses are credible, some are not. It really doesn’t matter much if the result is the same over and again.
I want to say dramatically that this is the first thing I have asked of you, and I thought a relatively minor one, but my poor memory doesn’t allow me the luxury of saying it and pointing out the result of it. Regardless, you have to earn my trust that when I ask things of you, you will do it… if you ‘might’ do it, or not, then I have no interest in it. That whole ‘will he/ won’t he’ thing gives me nothing to build on.
I expect a lot from you because I want you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t bother.
If you are sorry, then apologise. If you don’t understand why I am going on about it, then we need to talk about it.
Ferns
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He did understand it, he was abjectly sorry for disappointing me, he immediately apologised and explained his mindset a little further.
Prior to this, I had had 100% faith in him. It had not really occurred to me that there would be a problem, so I was shaken by it (not in an ‘earth trembling/the sky is falling’ kind of way, but in an ‘hmmm, okay, I need to downgrade my expectations here’ kind of way). It was not a good feeling. Something that should have been sweet, was not.
It’s not the ‘thing’ that is important for me, it is the trust in his obedience, and if I can’t get it with the small things, then I’ve got buckleys of getting it with the big ones.
There is a difference between ‘knowing’ something in a vague and theoretical way (because we have talked about it) and really *knowing* it when you are in it. This is true especially when it doesn’t seem like a big thing. This is part of the learning curve: e does not know me so well yet, and getting to the point where he understands my expectations will take some time. I’m okay with it, but this one just seemed like such a no-brainer that I had literally not had a single thought about it going wrong.
We talked about it, we dealt with it, we moved on.
The positive thing to come out of it is that he handled the entire thing with grace, which is a wonderful insight for me. It gives me confidence that we will be able to work things out when we hit snags. He ‘got it’, he explained without being overly defensive, he did not close down or withdraw, he remained engaged, he was genuinely contrite, he promised to do better.
By the time it was all sorted, I wanted nothing more than to have him kneel by me, make him kiss my feet and tell him that it was going to be okay. That I got to that point of feeling tenderness after the fact, rather than distance, was a *really* good outcome.
With all the talk of profiles that is always going on, and my ‘No, bad profile, bad!!’ thing, I have permission from the lovely man who prompted this post to show you ‘before’ and ‘after’.
He turned up on my ‘who’s viewing me’ list on CollarMe, so I went and took a look at his profile. It looked like this:
BEFORE:
This boy needs to learn who comes first.
Although he’s a successful and professional alpha male in public, the boy acknowledges that he has always felt happiest when dreaming about serving a worthy lady. He knows that he has much to learn about pleasing a lady, and accepts that he must put in considerable effort to improve himself for her benefit.
The boy is initially seeking the guiding hand of a dominant lady who is willing to teach him to fulfil her needs above his. He is relatively inexperienced but is open to engaging in most safe and sane activities if the lady desires them for her amusement and satisfaction once appropriate trust is established.
While the boy intends to always remain respectful and polite, he requests that any ladies considering contacting him understand that until such time as they may take it further together they are both equals and strangers. As such, he feels it inappropriate to use the D/s protocols of the written word that seem to prevail on some D/s websites and forums at this early stage.
If you think there may be a possibility that the boy could learn to serve you, he would be honoured if you would introduce yourself to him as a first step in determining if he might be worthy to serve under you.
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It was obviously written by someone who had given it some thought, and had some smarts, but the style of it had an odd fantasy-based Gorean flavour, and the dichotomy between him saying (quite rightly) that he felt it was inappropriate to use ‘D/s protocols of the written word’ in the early stages while presenting himself as ‘the boy’ made no sense to me. So I contacted him to ask him about it.
An exchange ensued, in which I essentially gave him the advice I posted here, and continued to nudge at him for improvements. The end result made me so happy, and stupidly proud (like a mother hen, sending her little chicklet out into the world), that I wanted to share it here.
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AFTER:
Seedling reaching up to the light
Educated in the English public school system and placed on a one-way track to a traditional life and career, I was taught to take responsibility for my actions, to be self-reliant and to be a leader of men. Very much a “left brainer”, I saw everything in absolute black and white as I moved along the path that I’d been guided to. However, it’s not all bad!
Gradually becoming aware that this path wasn’t for me, I’ve astounded myself, friends and family with a deep creativity that I frequently access with the help of red wine. The light has turned on inside me and I’m now very actively engaged in changing myself from the stereotype I was lead to believe in, to being someone who is embracing a completely different way of thinking. I’ve seen the wealth of opportunities around me in all aspects of my life, and I’ve even discovered that I can trust my intuition!
I highly value friends who take action to go against the flow and take a risk in life to fulfil their passions and dreams; it is far better to have tried and failed than to be a weak and timid soul who never tried at all. I’m actively trying to be a “good finder” in everyone I meet and to appreciate the colour they bring into my life.
People that know the public me would likely describe me as reliable, honest, conservative, organised, successful, determined, flexible, respected and a decision maker. I think it would blow their socks off if they had even the slightest inkling that the inside me I have a burning desire for a private life where I serve and obey my lady with her being the one in control.
This is the beginning of a journey that I’ve thought about for many years, but if I had Potter like skills with a magic wand this would be the vision for my spell:
I’d retain my commanding persona in public life and be an equal as well as a perfectly masculine gentleman for my beautiful lady. We’d enjoy dining out together as a happy couple, making new friends and embarking on adventures together in the great outdoors. Away from public gaze our relationship would be anything but equal, with our life together completely structured around my serving her in every way. A few of our trusted friends would know the truth of our relationship and be there to support us in our choices.
Our home life would be based around my service to her, with elements of ritual to reinforce our chosen dynamic. I’d be grateful to be under her loving but strict control, in the certain knowledge to my lady would make me really have to earn my rewards to help me appreciate them.
Abracadabra……
Even the longest journey starts with the first steps, and I’m now taking mine. Like driving a car through the night, I trust that the road is out there beyond where I can see in the lights and that I’ll eventually get to my destination. If you are someone who might like to accompany me on the journey or are willing to offer directions, I’d love to hear from you.
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Yay! Now that’s the profile of a man who I would look twice at. I might even look three times.
I will like it if you can be stunned into weakness for me, when I can shove you into a wall, a hand around your throat and threaten you and have you believe it (crossing that line between knowing that you can stop it any time you want and that tipping over point where the attack makes your brain stutter and your body go ‘wtf?!’). If I am aggressively fucking with you, I need to believe that you are in it with me, that when I slap you or bite you, you have some fear that I am going to lose it and rip the flesh from your bones. I want you to be afraid, and maybe it is a fear of doing or saying the wrong thing more than a physical fear, and that works too: I want to taste it, fear and confusion and desire.
If I can get there, this is my favourite, all messy and violent, and there will be bruises that don’t come from some careful wielding of a nicely crafted flogger. I will be rabid for wanting to get inside your skin, clawing at it like it’s in the way and kissing, your mouth will hurt from it, from me trying to rip your tongue from you and swallow it, from biting at your lips because they are mine and shouldn’t even be on your fucking face. Shoving your face into the floor and resisting the urge to smash it into the hardness over and over again, grinding relentlessly against parts of your body that are in my fucking way and stopping me from getting inside you. I can’t get enough, I know it already, but I will want to tear you apart trying.
Then at some point, I have to come back from that because it only goes so far, and when I come back from it, I want to see you bared, open and looking a little lost, reeling from it. Hard and desperate and put upon, and I will be melting from what you have given me under the onslaught, and from you being just a little bit broken. I want that lost boy who blinks up at me, vulnerable and open now, like everything inside has spilled out because his mind was so busy processing what was going on that it had to leave the reason-driven part of him behind.
And then I get to play with you, that wide-eyed boy, with gentleness and hints of hurt that now make you a little scared, that hit you hard because you think it is done now, because you are already sore and think you maybe can’t take any more: it makes me both protective and predatory. And I let you see how turned on this makes me, all of it. And maybe I blame you for that “See what you did?!” and slap you and maybe let you taste it. And maybe you get to lick me with the remnants of violence on us both, then it is more like sex with lots of kissing and teasing and denial and some sharpness just to remind you I am there, and maybe the strap-on and maybe cuffs and gags and blindfolds and licking and general fuckery.
Our first phone call tasted like intimacy.
He was a little freaked out beforehand, worried about awkward silences.
Instead, it flowed easily, warm and affectionate.
He joked that I would blog about his ‘girlish voice’ after I mused that his voice was not quite how I expected it to be (see how this works, e? You joke about it, and I am almost certain to mention it… and yes, I shall expect jokes about your stunning intellect and huge cock next time). His voice, by the way, is not in the least bit girlish.
He talked to me from a position on the floor, a gesture. “Because it felt right,” he said. I love that he did that, a tangible sweetness. Topics ranged from religion to pets to ex-partners to gardening. We talked, teased, joked a lot, laughed often and with pleasure.
Discussing D/s expectations and potential turned us both on, and I love that he said so, that I could hear his breathing change in response to it.
“That’s so hot,” he said, quietly.
“*Fucking* hot,” I replied.
A brief silence after that. It was long enough for me to run through an entire blindingly scorching scenario through my mind, strobe-light glimpses of possibility.
We were ridiculous and sweet. He was irresistibly appealing, slipping in some ‘Yes Ma’ams’ quietly and without fanfare. I do love that so.
I interrupted him in the middle of enthusiastically telling a story to say, “You are so kissable…”
He paused with the shock of it, and countered softly with, “So are you, sweetie…” The endearment tripping off his tongue without thought.
And then we talked some more.
Four hours later, I told him to say “Goodnight, Ma’am” and hang up.
And he did.
Holy fuck, I thought, I’m in trouble.
We hear submissive men say fairly frequently that dominant women do not respond to their emails, or ‘disappear’ after a few back and forths (I put ‘disappear’ in quotes because all it really means is that they stopped responding).
I just want to point out, for the record, that quite often submissive men do not respond to emails that I send them either, or sometimes they simply stop replying when we have some sort of dialogue going on.
I’m not saying that to complain, I’m simply stating it as a fact.
I don’t have some magic wand that compels someone to reply to me, or to keep corresponding with me. They don’t need to have, or give, a reason. If they don’t want to, they don’t have to. It’s their prerogative, just as it’s mine to do the same.
When I send out a random email (usually a compliment of some sort, or a private response to a forum post), I don’t expect a reply, and sometimes, I don’t get one. And when we are having an ongoing conversation, and maybe I have asked some questions in my last, sometimes I never get a reply back.
I will clarify that it hasn’t happened when there has been a clear progression towards a relationship (that is, a ‘serious’ discussion), that’s a completely different scenario. But certainly it happens when I cold call or when I have a casual dialogue going. It’s no biggie, and it would make me bristle if they were to send me a note to say “Thanks, but I’m not interested”. I’d want to respond with “It’s a random email correspondence, guy, you ain’t all that!”
I don’t consider cessation of correspondence rude, or an insult, though I might sometimes be baffled if we seem to be getting along well enough. But really, they don’t need a reason and they certainly don’t need to explain it to me. No harm, no foul.
Just sayin’.
Whispered in my ear
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