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A Femme Domme Tale Ch. 01

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Author's Note: I'd like to thank my friend and editor, Harvey, for all his help on this piece.

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"Do you ever think about me dominating you in the bedroom?"

I witnessed the shocked look in his eyes.

"Why in the world are you bringing this up?"

It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.

Greta

Perhaps I should start from the beginning, two years ago. I have to admit, our marriage started out very normal. Chris and I met during our senior year of college at UNLV. He was a political science major and I studied computer science. Interestingly, we had never even taken a class together until the fall of our final year and I couldn't even remember seeing him around campus.

He still doesn't believe this, but I knew we'd get married on our second date. Of course, being a man, it took him almost another year to reach the same obvious conclusion. For whatever reason, I just knew that we would wind up together.

My instant attraction to him was very atypical because my thought process is very analytical and methodical. I guess that's why I like computers: Unlike people, numbers never lie, ones and zeros, binary code, the basis of all computer programming.

We had a good sex life. Not great, mind you, but good. Chris was a little smaller than some of the guys I had been with, but he was more than adequate and he got the job done in the bedroom. We are both very open-minded and we loved to role-play, which kept our sex life interesting.

Chris confessed to me a couple of times that he had a 'Dominant Female' fetish and, at the time, it didn't particularly interest me. In all honesty, I found it a little boring. I had never considered myself to be a take-charge person and I didn't really have a dominant-type personality. He never really pushed the issue and we both seemed content to just let it drop.

When it came to my priorities, sex just never topped the list. I wanted good grades, to have a great job, and to live the American Dream. Those were the important things in life to me.

During high school and three years of college, sex was easy enough to find when I wanted it. I've been told many times that I'm pretty, and, even though I'm a little on the plump side, guys still seemed to like my body and there was never a shortage of men who were willing to take care of me. I'd hook up, have fun, and leave the next morning. Pretty simple, really.

Until I met Chris, relationships were just an encumbrance. In my life plan, romantic entanglements would just get in the way of my goals, and that was the last thing I wanted. Also, I never liked the idea of having to deal with someone's idiosyncratic issues or force them to deal with mine. However, when you're twenty-two and you see graduation and adulthood on the horizon, you realize it's time to get serious and start thinking about the future. And I knew I didn't want to be alone for the rest of my life.

Chris proposed to me the night before our graduation. Of course, I accepted.

I also suggested that we take a pre-marriage counseling course. Being the systematic and rational person that I am, I thought it would be wise to see a therapist so we could work out some of the little issues in our relationship now so they wouldn't become major problems down the road.

Chris was a great guy and had a level head, and I thought I could concentrate on my career while he took charge of our marriage. Of course, I wanted to give input when I thought it was required, but I was more than happy to let Chris handle the day-to-day issues that came up. At the time, that idea seemed reasonable enough.

Upon graduation, my life went exactly according to plan. I had been interning for two summers at a large Strip casino in their massive IT department, and once I had my degree they put me in charge of a small division. My career was taking off at an exponential rate and it wasn't long before we had saved enough money to move out of our shoe-box apartment and buy a house in the very exclusive neighborhood of Lake Las Vegas.

As my career flourished, Chris's seemed to wither. He got a position on a state senator's re-election campaign, which kept him busy for a few months. Unfortunately, once the November election was over, he was again looking for work. He seemed to drift aimlessly from one consulting job to another and never seemed happy or fulfilled in his career.

I think his discontent with his job was the genesis of our marital difficulties. We seemed to have constant power struggles over very minute things, and it appeared to me that at times he would come home just looking to pick a fight over anything. Despite this, we had a good marriage, and we were best friends. Yet there was an underlying tension that I know both of us felt.

Our situation improved dramatically when Chris decided to go back to school for his Master's Degree. He was able to pick up a paid position as a teaching assistant under one of his old professors and I saw a noticeable improvement in his demeanor and our marriage.

It was a period of transition for Chris, and it was about that time when our marriage changed.

Our computer was running slowly so I pulled up the history so I could delete it. Being in IT, I knew every facet of computers. On the other hand, Chris's knowledge of computers ended with powering the machine on and off.

My jaw dropped open at my discovery.

To my utter shock, I learned that Chris had been visiting Femme Domme sites, and some of the material he was viewing was very graphic. Not only did I learn that he was looking at images, but he was also reading stories and testimonials of men whose wives and girlfriends were doing very graphic and almost disturbing things to their respective partners.

Do men really enjoy that?

I have to admit I felt very hurt and betrayed. My initial reaction was to confront him the moment he walked through the door. It really upset me that he went online to fulfill what must be an obvious need instead of sharing it with me. Then I remembered our time in college. He had told me about this side of his sexuality but I had disregarded it. At the very least, I hadn't realized its significance.

Then the analytical, or perhaps even the manipulative, part of my personality took over. I knew he had no idea that our browser tracked everything he did when he was online. I decided to hold my fire, as it were, and see how this developed.

I quickly discovered that it was a pain to check up on him. He only viewed Femme Domme sites when I wasn't home and very rarely was I home alone to do my snooping. Fortunately, my problems were solvable with the stroke of the keyboard, so to speak. For a mere $29.99 I downloaded a spy program on our computer that automatically tracked his browsing and sent the results in real time to my phone. Now, no matter where I was, I knew exactly what he was looking at and the time when he was doing it.

For me to understand his obvious obsession, I started reading the articles that he was reading. Many of these websites contained links to other articles that provided even more material. And that's when I made a rather extraordinary discovery: the FLM, or the Female Led Marriage. Espoused by a well-known feminist author, the FLM lifestyle had a whole society centered around women who took total control of their husbands. I read everything I could about these men who gave complete control to the women in their lives and the women who led them. I had to admit I was intrigued.

I also discovered that the vast majority of the articles and pictures he was reading and viewing centered on male chastity. I know this must sound incredibly naïve, but I was shocked to learn there were actually devices some of these women made their men wear that prevented them from touching themselves, becoming erect, or having orgasms!

Is this really what Chris wants?

In the following months I was a voracious reader of my husband's favorite subject. I spent hours researching stories and testimonials from women who had taken total control of their men and marriages. I viewed dozens of different male-chastity devices and read countless reviews from Domme women who had rated their effectiveness. I also read extensively on male anatomy, physiology, and psychology.

In keeping with my personality, it was a slow and methodical process. However, as time passed, my attitude changed from contempt and disgust at my initial discovery to arousal.

During my research, a particular website, FetLife, was referenced over and over by the BDSM community. I created a profile there and was able to read the numerous message boards and communicate with other women who were in the lifestyle and able to answer my questions and give me advice.

After months of extensive and exhaustive research, I finally came to one simple conclusion: This lifestyle was very arousing to me, and if this was what Chris needed to be happy then why shouldn't I at least try to give it to him?

As I read about other couples and their active and imaginative sex lives, I came to another realization: Chris and I were in a sexual rut. At least, it felt like that to me. We made love several times a week, yet it felt like we were just going through the motions. When we had sex there was no heat, no passion, no intensity. To be honest, our sex life was boring, just plain boring. I came to the conclusion that it was quite possible one of us, or perhaps even both of us, would reach a point where we'd question why we were together.

It was time to take action.

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We had just finished our dinner this particular Friday night and I poured Chris another glass of wine. Then I saw that he was about to go into the living room and watch the news.

"Hold on, Chris. Can we talk for a bit?" I said hesitantly.

"Sure, what's going on?"

I took a deep breath. "Do you ever think about me dominating you in the bedroom?"

I witnessed the shocked, almost frightened look in his eyes.

"What ... why in the world are you bringing this up, where did this come from?"

It was all I could do to not burst out laughing. Because you've spent well over a hundred hours viewing Femme Domme material over the couple of months. I gave him a cold look.

"If you're not interested in having an open, honest conversation with me, then take your wine into the living room and go watch TV."

I saw him shrink down in his chair and lower his eyes in embarrassment. "Yes, I think about it."

I took a sip of my wine and waited for him to continue speaking.

"Since I was a teenager, I've fantasized about being controlled by a woman. I ... I ... tried to bring it up to you in college, but you didn't seem that interested so I just let it drop."

I took a moment to reflect on his statement. "Is this just some pubescent teenage fantasy, or is it something you really want, Chris?"

I paused for a moment and it was as if I could see the wheels turning in his brain.

"It's something I want and have dreamed about for as long as I can remember," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He lowered his head, apparently ashamed. After several long moments, he looked up at me to gauge my reaction, his eyes searching, almost pleading.

"I'm willing to explore this with you, but I have some conditions," I said.

He looked at me expectantly, with bated breath, and waited for me to continue. I tried to keep my voice calm and even because I wanted him to know how serious I was.

"If we are going to do this, then it has to be real and not just some bedroom game." I paused to let my words sink in. "I have to get something out of this lifestyle too, because it can't just be all about you and your wants and desires."

"I understand," he said solemnly.

"For this to be fulfilling for me, we have to take it out of the bedroom and live it." His eyes widened as I continued. "For this to work for me, I would have to be the head of our marriage and I would require your total submission in all areas of our lives."

His mouth dropped open. I smiled inwardly upon seeing the stunned look on his face. Shit just got real, babe, didn't it?

He attempted to speak, but his voice was cracking and he took a moment to compose himself. "W-w-where did this come from, Greta?"

I smiled. "You've been on a lot of Femme Domme sites, and even though you didn't know it I've been viewing them with you."

A look of shocked realization broke on his face and I gave him a few moments for this new information to sink in. I had originally planned on bringing up our passionless sex life, but I didn't feel the need now because it was obvious that I had his full, complete attention.

"Your options are pretty simple. This can continue to be some jerk-off internet sex fantasy, or you can explore it in real life with me."

I looked down on the table and watched as his hands trembled. Again, I could tell he was deep in thought. I didn't want to pressure him. Yet I had momentum and I didn't want to lose it.

I knew from my extensive research that Chris had to consent into entering this life with me. My plan wouldn't work if he felt coerced into this monumental change that I was proposing in our marriage. I finally broke the silence.

"You seem very hesitant and I don't want to pressure you. What if I give you a week to think this over so you can decide if it's something you really want."

Our eyes met again. "No, Greta." He paused to take a deep breath before continuing, "This is what I want, what I've always dreamed about, and I want to have this type of life, this type of marriage, with you."

I smiled. "What specifically do you want to explore with me, Chris?"

I was already pretty sure I knew the answer to my question. However, it was important for him to give voice to his desires. Through my research, I'd learned that requiring a submissive to verbally express what he wanted made the act of relinquishing control more real and substantive.

He looked down, as if afraid to answer my question.

"Look at me, Chris," I ordered.

He looked up sheepishly and our eyes met.

"I want you to have control over my orgasms, and I want to experience male chastity," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

There we go.

"We are going to explore a lot of different areas of BDSM, Chris. Some of which I think you'll like. However, there may be things that I will require of you that you won't like. Regardless, I want you to remember that you consented to give me complete control over you and our marriage."

I paused again to let my words sink in.

Wordlessly, he nodded his head up and down.

"That's not good enough, Chris ... say it!" I hissed.

He hesitated for a few moments. It was as if he was trying to reconcile his excitement of me taking control with his fear of the unknown. Then he took a deep breath.

"I agree to give you full control over every aspect of our marriage, Greta."

I smiled. "Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes, get into bed, and wait for me."

"Okay," he said demurely.

"No," I snapped. "From now on, you'll address me as Ma'am."

His hands were again visibly shaking and I could see the look of excitement on his face.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly.

"Now go!"

Quickly, he rose from the table and proceeded to our bedroom.

I have to admit, I was incredibly excited as well. I had been planning this evening for weeks in the hopes that Chris would agree to my 'redefinition' of our marriage. My first instinct was to rush into the next phase of my plan. Then I realized I was in control now and I could make him wait on me for as long as I wished.

I sat at the table, sipped my wine, and mentally planned the entire evening down to every minute detail. It was a heady feeling.

I had never experienced this type of complete control and power over another human being. It was such a different experience, and I quickly came to the realization that I loved it. I took a moment to revel in and savor this exquisite new sensation.

It also made me realize that something within me had changed. This evening represented a turning point in my relationship with Chris and I knew I'd never again be able to go back to our traditional marriage.

I finished my glass of wine and took the other full glass that I had poured for Chris into one of our guest bedrooms. Once there, I took the outfit that I had hidden out of the back of the closet.

Two weeks earlier, I had purchased a black strapless leather corset. It had spiral steel boning that came up right below my breasts and left them exposed. To go with the corset, I had also purchased a pair of Stewart Weitzman black leather highland boots. They had a three-inch heel and rose to my upper thighs. To complete the outfit, I had also bought a black Lycra g-string.

Once I'd put on the outfit, I stood and looked into the full-length mirror and my jaw dropped. Amazingly, I had transformed myself into a dominatrix straight out of Chris's Femme Domme websites.

My long, curly blonde hair cascaded over my exposed breasts and tickled my erect nipples. My eyes traveled down to the black leather corset that was holding in my pudgy middle. I weighed 160 pounds and I wasn't in that great a shape. But the tight and toning bodice gave me a transforming, classic, hourglass appearance.

I was also amazed at how tall I looked. At 5'6", I was a little taller than the average woman. However, the additional height from my three-inch heels made me feel like I would be towering over anyone near me.

Without realizing it, I was hyperventilating due to my almost uncontrollable excitement. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down. I looked again into the mirror and saw that my wet pussy had already soaked through the Lycra thong.

I thought of stalling to make Chris wait on me even longer. However, I knew that any further delay was torturing myself as much as it was probably torturing Chris. In one long gulp, I downed the glass of wine.

It's time.

I stepped out of the bedroom and immediately heard the clicking of the high-heeled boots along the ceramic tile flooring of our hallway. I couldn't help but feel like a mythical warrior princess who was marching into battle. A silly thought, I know, but that image seemed to capture the moment perfectly.

I opened the door to our bedroom and saw Chris sitting naked in the middle of our four-post king-size bed with his erect cock proudly on display. I watched his mouth drop open as he took me in. I loved how his eyes traveled up and down my body, drinking in every detail of my dominatrix outfit. My nipples were almost painfully erect and the wetness of my pussy had created a large dark wet spot in the crotch of the Lycra thong. I couldn't remember the last time I was so worked up.

After a few moments, our eyes met and he started to speak until I cut him off. "Lower your eyes."

His mouth dropped open in shock at my simple order, then he quickly complied. "Yes, Ma'am."

I paused, giving him time to lower his eyes and wait on me. I was happy that I didn't have to remind him about the correct way he was now going to address me. It also pleased me that he was taking this seriously.

"I want you to listen to me carefully. From now on, when I allow you the honor and privilege of worshiping my body, you'll be rewarded for obeying me and severely punished when you don't."

His eyes remained lowered onto the bed and his hands began gently trembling.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly.

I waited for a full minute and made sure he didn't raise his eyes. I wanted to begin training him to wait on me. From now on, everything we did together, both in and out of the bedroom, would be done on my timetable, not his.

"Lie on your back, but with your feet at the head of the bed."

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