He said his name was Fred. Of course it wasn’t. I found that out when I noticed a pile of mail on a side table by the door.

I’ll call him Fred because he does look something like a caveman and his expectations were primitive too. Fred was freshly cleaned up and showered but he had not done much about brushing his hair, cleaning under his fingernails or timming his finger and toenails. Poor grooming has always been a turn off for me.

As it turns out most other women feel the same way. That was how I had met and become friends with a few other local Dominant women. We were all annoyed with the local men who expected so much and returned so very little. Not even bothering to dress up or clean up, as if we should be satisfied with so little.

None of us were professionals, though each of us had considered it for the amount of money the professional FemDoms claimed to make. I was surprised a man would pay that much for services rendered.

But, that was before I understood the big difference between paid FemDoms and women like myself and my friends who have a personal interest versus a professional/ paid job. The professionals read from a script. They get their orders from the men and they do the things the men expect, in the way they expect them. This is actually what most men consider to be Domination by a woman. That was a big disappointment for me.

What was the point of it all if I did it all his way? I wasn’t settling for that dull routine. I did play online awhile – until I got so bored I became angry with the men for being so bland, so thoughtless and stupid. I could not believe how ignorant and self centred they were.

I did not agree to meet with Fred until I was sure he understood what male submission is. I drilled it into him that things would be my way. He said that was all he wanted. He said all the right stuff but obviously he meant none of it. I doubt he cared at all about me, who I am and what I want. He expected this to be all about himself and his needs. Just look how he greeted me at the door!

Nude and groveling, a little man maggot. I was so angry I could not speak for a few minutes. Then I just wound down and decided to leave. I left him waiting, expecting something. I left him with his butt in the air, his legs open and his nose pressed to the carpet, the dirty looking carpet in his home. I left him to play with himself because it was obvious I didn’t really need to be there for him to experience the Domination he wanted.

I had driven back out to the main street of town before I changed my mind. I parked the car and made a few phone calls. Across the street was a handy Dollar Store so I picked up a few things, some for myself while I was waiting and some for Fred and my friends. I had given them his address and by the time I got back both of them were already there, dressed to kill.

Poor, stupid Fred was going to get what he expected and a lot more.

I opened the door and the poor idiot was still where I had left him. But, I bet he had been wondering while he waited. I’m sure this had not gotten him actually thinking though. His cock was still hard and he was squirming around. I admit, I do like the squirming.

A fly was buzzing around was the only sound, other than Fred’s breathing. I said nothing but I wanted him to know he was not alone in the room. I made sure of it as the three of us walked a circle around him. When he tried to take a peek I put the blindfold on him, making it just a bit on the tight side. I was still angry.

“Mistress…” He said, with a little concern in his voice. I didn’t answer but one of the other women gave him a body check which nearly sent him sprawling from his kneeling position. None of us were feeling particularly patient with Fred.

We snapped the collar and leash on him. It was a choke collar which I had been happy to find in the Dollar Store. I had never used one before. The collar I wanted to use on a male was made of chain but did not choke. It was a collar for leading around a male I could be proud of. Fred was not that guy.

I pulled the leash, making the collar tighten around his neck. He made a fake sounding gagging noise so I pulled harder. I think that was when the little maggot began to wonder if this wasn’t all just a fantasy game all for him. I wanted him to wonder, I wanted him to realize this was not all about his needs.

“Get up on your knees, maggot Fred.” I demanded. One of the other women pulled his arms around his body, as if he were hugging himself. While she held them there the other woman put on the restraints. In this position he could remain in the bondage a long period of time with his hands and arms mostly out of commission.

Next smacked his face, I don’t think it was too hard but the maggot gasped and opened his mouth to complain. I stuck the dildo gag in while his mouth was still open and I pushed it in deep. He gagged for real that time. He started to struggle as I snapped it in place. By then it was already too late for maggot Fred.

“Is this the part where I tell you what a good boy you are, Fred? Sorry, it’s not going to happen quite the way you planned today. Stand up!”

He had a hard time standing from the kneeling position. Without his arms to balance and push himself up he made a spectacle of himself. He’d told me how fit he was, how much he worked to keep in shape but… Fred had quite the beer gut for a guy who told me he went to the gym every day. He would be too heavy for us to lift, and really… none of us wanted to haul him around.

We had a great cage, with wheels. It was something I had seen on a BDSM website. I ordered it, even though it had cost me almost a month of rent money. This would be the first time I would get to use it. It wasn’t too heavy to have brought it from my place when it was still empty. So I had also brought a furniture mover’s dolly which could raise it up to get it to roll into the back of my truck once we loaded Fred into the cage.

Getting him in there took some work. First, because he did start to struggle. Second, I discovered it was tougher to get a struggling man through the small door of the cage than it would have been with a man who wanted to go there. So, I just used Fred’s own stupidness against him. I grabbed his cock, squeezed it and stroked it until he settled down. He was back to being stiff and hard and drooling with precum. I lead him by his cock and pulled him into the cage. It was a little manovering but then he was inside, locked up.

“We want to watch you play with your little cock now, Fred. Three of us are sitting around you in your cage and we want to watch you cum. Amuse us, little man slut.”

“Yes, be the little man slut, Fred.” I agreed. I didn’t stay to watch but I could hear him moving around, straining against the restraints to reach his cock. I could hear him gasping, moaning, and making all those little noises while he strained and worked over his cock. Fred’s fly buddy was walking on the cage bars near his feet.

Meanwhile, I went on an exploration of Fred’s place. It was a little dirty but not quite to the point of being gross. I expected he hired someone to clean and did not do it himself. Things like curtains were dusty but the floor in the kitchen only had the debris of a day or two on it. I found a petty teapot with two matching cup and saucers. They didn’t look like Fred’s style so I wrapped them up in a couple of his shirts and found a grocery bag to carry them out in.

I found Fred’s stash of BDSM toys and gear. Most of it looked used and not put away washed. That was gross. I took mental note of what I found but there were some things I was curious about so I took photos.

I packed up some pants, shirts, underwear and other essentials and packed them into a suitcase for Fred. I checked his bathroom medicine cabinet in case he had any prescriptions, there were a few but all had expired dates so I left them there. In the linen closet I found a set of new sheets – not even out of the packaging. Likely a woman had bought them for him, they had a great thread count and Fred didn’t seem the type to know much about anything like thread counts.

I took my plunder out to the main room. Fred was sagging in his cage, panting after cumming. Did he think the game was over now?

The cage door was still open. I reached inside and hobbled Fred at the ankles then tied them to the side of the cage so he could not kick the cage while he was inside it. Fred made more gurgling noises behind the gag, I ignored him. He was comfortable enough in his bondage.

I gave the teapot and cups to one friend because I know she has a nice collection of them. The other friend had just moved into a new apartment and would be happy with the new sheet set. Together we rolled Fred, inside the cage, out to my truck. I had parked it close to his front door.

Fred’s fly buzzed past us as we loaded the cage into the truck. I saw it fly out into the darkening sky, off to other adventures. Fred was trying to talk around the dildo gag but none of it was the intelligent conversation I had hoped for when I came to meet him today. I would have to settle for something less and Fred… he would just have to settle for being a good boy… my way.

Fred went into a bit of a panic as he realized he was not getting out of the cage. Likely he could feel the air moving over his bare skin and realized he had been moved outside too. The cage was making a loud gonging nois as he struggled and clanged the cage against the side of my truck. But, we had planned for this too.

I reached through the bars of the cage, gripped Fred’s thigh and pulled it close against the bars, holding it there while he was injected with a tranquilzer. It helped to have friends. The shot worked fast. Fred was almost out of it when I pulled up the tarp and covered the cage for the drive home. I’d just make a pit stop there to pack up some clothes and things. I’d be taking little Fred to a real dungeon, run by a group of women the three of us had been talking to online.

We had wanted to join. In order to join we had to bring in a captive male. So we had pretty much given up on the idea, until today. Fred’s stupid expectations for our date today were so convenient because now we had a male to bring the Amazon club.

We each got into our vehicles with plans to meet at my place and drive out to the Amazon dungeon together, with Fred.

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Day 1 – Does your Dominance – either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your preferred Dominant style as Taken in Hand, Domestic Discipline, Top/bottom, Dominant/submissive, Master/slave, Owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

Day 2 – Describe what you are looking for in a submissive and the techniques you might use to instill those characteristics in your submissive. Are you exclusively Dominant in marriage or just in the bedroom? Are you Dominant only in the context of a scene or in a role or throughout your daily life? Are you Dominant to play partners or only in the context of a relationship?

Day 3 – How do you know you are a Dominant or have the potential to be Dominant? How do you feel when you express your Dominance?

Day 4 – Do you switch into a submissive role at any time? Are you a “switch” in BDSM terms? If not, have you ever thought about it or given thought to why it’s not for you? If you are in a Domestic Discipline relationship, are there things that you do not maintain control over?

Day 5 – Have you been or are you in a Dominant/submissive dynamic relationship or is this new to you? Have you been in more than one D/s relationship? How were they the same? How were they different? What is unique about your relationships in your mind?

Day 6 – What do you feel are the roots of your Dominance? Do you think it has something to do with childhood, upbringing or parental example? Is it a relationship management tool as in the practice of domestic discipline? Is it a sexual thrill or something else?

Day 7 – Do you inflict discipline or punishment as part of your Dominance? Why or why not? How do you feel about discipline and punishment as tools used to invoke and maintain submission from your partner/s?

Day 8 – Is spanking or corporal punishment part of your Dominance? Why or why not? How do you feel about spanking and/or corporal punishment as tools used to invoke and maintain submission from your partner/s?

Day 9 – Do you set and enforce structure, rules and limits as part of your Dominance? Why or why not? How do you feel about the use of structure, rules and limits as tools used to invoke and maintain submission from your partner/s?

Day 10 – Do you utilise any elements of BDSM in your Dominant style? How do you feel about BDSM? Is it core to your Dominance, peripheral or non-existent?

Day 11 – Do you expect servitude from your submissive/s? How do you define servitude and service? What does it mean to you? If you do not seek or expect servitude from your submissive/s, what is it about the concept of servitude that is not for you?

Day 12 – Do you expect financial submission from submissive partner/s? If yes, how does it manifest itself? If no, is there a particular reason why? Are you familiar with the concept of financial submission? Do you have an opinion about financial submission in general?

Day 13 – Is sexual availability, having your submissive partner/s sexually available to you at any time and in any manner you choose, part of your expectations as a Dominant? Why or why not? Are there acceptable limits to this? If so, what are they?

Day 14 – Does religion have any bearing on your Dominance or the way you expect your partner/s to submit? If not, are you familiar with religious based submission and do you view it as similar to other types of submission or dissimilar?

Day 15 – Has your Dominance evolved over time? If so, how has it evolved for you? What do you attribute this evolution (or lack of) to?

Day 16 – Have you found that your Dominance has changed with different partners or relationships? If you’re involved with, or have been involved with, partners of both sexes, has your Dominance changed based on gender or do you feel that it is dependent on the submissive as an individual?

Day 17 – What does trust mean to you in the context of Dominance? How do you inspire trust in your submissive?

Day 18 – There is a common misconception that the submissive partner in a D/s relationship loses the ability to have and express an opinion. How does communication factor into your Dominance and what expectations do you have in terms of your submissive expressing their desires and needs? Is it limited in time, place or manner?

Day 19 – How socially connected are you as a Dominant? Do you look for others to talk to about your Dominance either for support, learning, educating or networking? Do you go to events or connect through another sort of social grouping either in person or online?

Day 20 – Has your Dominance increased or decreased over time? Have you ever had to renegotiate with your submissive due to a change in feelings or circumstance? Have your interests as a Dominant expanded or contracted over time?

Day 21 – Is there a physical position that makes you feel most Dominant? Is there a physical position you prefer your submissive to take in order to express their submission?

Day 22 – Can you feel Dominant without a submissive partner? If so, how does your Dominance express itself? If not, how do you handle your need to be Dominant?

Day 23 – Is there anything about Dominance, either your own or what you see in others, which you question, dislike or are repelled by? Was there a time you questioned or were resistant to your own Dominant needs and desires?

Day 24 – What are the emotions that most directly let you access your Dominance? What feelings do they inspire?

Day 25 – Are there items, objects or rituals that represent or help you express your Dominance? If not, have you ever thought of adding or being gifted one? Is there a special significance to these objects or rituals?

Day 26 – What are the qualities that you seek in a submissive partner? Are there qualities which you consider ‘must haves’ or ‘must not haves’? If so, what are they and for what reasons are they ‘must haves’ or ‘must not haves’?

Day 27 – Do you have Dominant desires or fantasies that you have yet to explore? Do some of your desires confuse or frighten you? Do they excite you?

Day 28 – Has your Dominance ever failed you? Have you ever been criticised or received negative feedback for your Dominance? Have you ever regretted your actions or emotions as a Dominant either in a moment or in a relationship? Have you ever looked back and realised you made a mistake and, if so, what lessons did you learn and how did you apply them?

Day 29 – Is pain or humiliation part of your Dominant expression? What is your relationship to pain and humiliation? Do you embrace it as part of your Dominance, inflict it reluctantly or have some other type of relationship with it?

Day 30 – Is your need to be Dominant being met? If not, or if your situation changed, do you think that you could continue in your life and be happy and content without being able to express your Dominance in the way that feels best to you? What makes being a Dominant special to you?

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I have a problem with sex. The problem happens when I involve anyone else with my enjoyment of sex. Masturbation is divine. You won’t catch me saying that to anyone, in person. But, masturbation is fully under my control, there is no feedback from cheap seats and I can do whatever I want to myself because I know what I like and how I like it. I explore self pleasuring – I’ve been doing it for a few decades and I’m just getting better at it all the time.

Why does sex have to be about more than one person? I think most people consider self pleasure to still be a selfish act. Or, something for only the lonely.

In actual fact, the best sex I have ever had (except for one very special situation) has been when I was alone in the room. Alone in the building even. In my thoughts I am sometimes alone on the planet even but for my trusty sex bot, or some weird space alien, or other creature from my imagination or readings of other people’s erotica. I do love a good story.

In my sexual fantasies nothing is taboo. I can masturbate my way to orgasm with fantasies of being abducted, alien men with extreme and unusually shaped cocks, age play (based on my own experience of being molested in a movie theatre – which does seem strange to me but nevertheless), sex with animals (the only time I like being near a dog) or anything else wild, dangerous and among the things I would never do in reality and would not even discuss or admit to anyone who knows me.

Having a great imagination and making use of it for your own pleasure does not make you a sexual deviant, it may make you a sexual oddity. But there is nothing law breaking about dreaming up assorted sexual situations while you lie in bed, sit at your desk or in the car… and give yourself a great orgasm.

I have learned to be quiet and fairly quick about it. I almost had my first orgasm when I was about 10. The sensations freaked me out so I stopped at the beginning of the build up. I had no idea why my body was reacting the way it was then. I hadn’t read anything about sex. Parents and sexual education in school didn’t talk about women having orgasms, how your body could flush with pleasure and then burst, all without breaking anything.

In those days I had fantasies about being looked after by a TV doctor, Dr. Kildare for those old enough to know or curious enough to look it up. Richard Chamberlain was the actor. I know this fantasy was based on my issues with my Father. I wanted that caring Daddy who would wrap me up in cotton balls, kiss me gently and make me feel good. I didn’t know about sex toys and had none. I used to bring things to bed with me and use them to play with myself. I won’t go into the assortment but, pens and pencils became my favourite bedtime pastime. Twirling a pencil over my clitoris was a good sensation.

My first orgasm came not from any understanding or knowledge about what I was doing. It was just an accident, on purpose. I was curious about the build up of sensations and finally became curious enough to keep going and see what happened next. I was a little frightened, maybe more than a little. Still, some part of my brain must have known it wasn’t unnatural, in spite of how unusual it seemed. After that first orgasm many more were to follow. By the time I was in my later twenties I was enjoying an orgasm daily. By myself.

I was a virgin, technically, until I was in my early thirties. That was the sex I mentioned earlier. We were both virgins, both the same age and both social misfits. We had been friends for years before sex came into it. We are friends again since the divorce too. So I am one of those old fashioned types who married the first man she slept with. By the way, having sex as a virgin, with a virgin was phenomenal. I doubt it would have been that amazing if we had both been younger. Without having the experience yourself I don’t think you can really ever know what it is like to have your body worshipped.

Anyway, back to the masturbation.

Masturbation can be done with nothing at all, this makes it very portable, mobile even. Sometimes I do like the feeling of something else touching me, something that does not return the feeling which I get from using my own fingers. I used to use the pencils and pens but I have since graduated to a vibrator. I don’t use batteries in it. For one thing, the noise is distracting and for another, I don’t need it to jump or shimmy or vibrate. I like it to penetrate me – but only the odd time. Mostly I like the vibrator (it’s a soft one, not hard plastic) to rub over my clitoris and push just inside the inner lips of my vagina.  I’ve read that vagina only has sensation, the ability to feel, for the first few inches. I have found it to be true. Although I can enjoy the fantasy of being penetrated by something huge, in fact, I enjoy the dip more than the fill up.

Our culture has so many taboos about women and sex, masturbation and virginity and there I was right in the cross-hairs of all three.  I haven’t slept around since the divorce and the marriage itself was light on the sex. But, I don’t feel deprived, anxious or abnormal. I love the orgasms I give myself. Men just seem to mess it all up.

My last actual boyfriend talked so much about how much sex we would have and then… he changed his mind. It ended up with me masturbating him and getting very little back from him. That just isn’t going to work out for me. It was ok for awhile but cock sucking is a double edged thing. I heard my brother and his friends call each other cock suckers and they didn’t mean it like it was a good thing. So, how can men expect women to become cock suckers if being a cock sucker is a bad thing? You can’t have it both ways. So, cock sucking makes me feel dirty, used and angry too.

So, sex with men has not really panned out for me. Men don’t really seem to get it. For one thing they focus on their own needs and when it comes to a woman they think of boobs and pussy, if that much. I want a man who knows I have a body, who discovers how aroused I can get by having my back stroked, lightly scratched and rubbed. I want a man who pats my bum and slips his finger into my pussy from behind. I want a man to explore sensual kinkiness and fetishes with me. I want a man who is masculine and knows what he wants but likes to have a woman in charge sexually. I want a man I can tie up, put in a cage and tease and torment and then laugh at him while he squirms. I want a man who can be a partner in my sexual fantasies and then add his own twist, or take over and become the Daddy who takes care of me but coaxes me to do bad things, naughty things…

I haven’t found that man. I think he might be available in years to come. Ordered online and shipped in a crate. I’d like mine to have a wind up key and an off button. It would be nice if he can also shrink in size for some of my fantasies about little men, like the tiny people from Gulliver’s Travels. I won’t go into details, just leave that for your own kinky, sensual imagination the next time you have some time to yourself and let your fingers do the walking.

Masturbation is very relaxing in the evening when you can’t sleep. (Just in case you didn’t already know).

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I wrote:

In front of the huge balcony window which is on the second level of the building, facing the main street in town. It’s such a great sunny window in the apartment. Sometimes we would lie on the floor together there, nude or scantily clad, in the sunny window. I know people could see in, if they happened to look.

I don’t get a thrill from being seen or being exposed but I do like the feeling of doing something a little bad. In the evening, with just dim lighting in the apartment I like to flash my boobs at him, knowing someone could be seeing me on the street but mostly I like how he reacts and gets embarrassed or tells me someone will see me. I’m really straight laced, a good girl type. It’s funny how aroused I get from my little sexual misdeeds.

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via TORONTO POWER EXCHANGE BDSM ARTICLE.

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This would take a very long time to get out of.

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I find this erotic on different levels. This is why I think there is such a thing as Dominant little girls, it’s the closest phrase I’ve seen to describe it. In reality, I don’t think any man or woman is all dominant all the time.  Especially when I know what a nice feeling it is to lean back and let him please me.

The image came from Tumblr, no credit to the original source. Too bad, I’d like to see more.

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