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FEMDOM CHEMISTRY

The first years of our marriage were sweet and exiting. But things changed over time. Don’t get me wrong, we still loved each other, but there was something missing. So we went to a marriage counsellor for a while, but that didn’t help much. Then one day, out of the blue so it seemed, we started talking about leaders and followers, control or to be controlled, Mistress and slave. We decided to give it a try. It was a revelation, it really was! As if the sun broke through the clouds! We eagerly embraced our new roles and what started as a playful experiment four years ago, quickly became a lifestyle. I can now do with him whatever I want, because he is so eager to please, so eager to obey. The more I punish & degrade him and the more demanding I am, the more he loves it.
So, is your marriage struggling and do the both of you think it’s time for a change? Slap your other half in half, grab him by the balls and squeeze the bejesus. Show him who’s boss. And if he’s not willing to submit, then he is not the right material and you should move on without him.
My hubby had become a shadow of the man he once was. Boots & Floggers have refreshed and revived him. He now worships Me like a Goddess. No, wait, let Me rephrase that! He worships Me like the Goddess I am.
Oh yes, I have changed as well.
Lady Jane 

OH DEAR …

He heard drawers being opened and closed in the bedroom and heard Her mumble and talk to Herself: “I could have sworn” and “how is this possible” and such things. She was probably searching for Her phone, an earring, Her wallet or whatever.
Everything alright, darling? He yelled.
You stay out of this, Harold!
He could hear a hint of impatience in Her voice. He giggled softly. She was always so calm, confident and in control, always so strict, demanding and powerful. But now She was running around the house like a headless chicken. Small potatoes perhaps, but in a world of slaps & kicks, it brightened up his day a bit.
She stomped down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She wasn’t just opening and closing drawers anymore; She jerked them open and slammed them shut. Her frustration was almost palpable. Mayday – Mayday! Female Vortex on the move. She entered the living room and he hid behind his newspaper and pretended to read.
Unbelievable, She grumbled, they have disappeared into thin air.
Are You looking for something, dear? The words tiptoed from behind the newspaper.
Keys.
Keys? Oh dear. Car keys, darling?
The keys to your chastity cage, Harold, if you must know.
His head popped over the newspaper like a Jack-In-The-Box: WHAT ?!??!?

FEMDOM GARBAGE

She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out the front door to the corner of Flora & Fauna Street. It was midnight, but the heat was still hanging over the city. She tied his arms and legs and pointed at the garbage heap.
Lie down or I’ll push you.
He knew all too well that there was no point in begging or pleading. So he obeyed.
I told you to take the garbage out, She explained with a harsh tone in Her voice. Not once, but twice. You didn’t do it. Well, if you’re not willing to take the garbage out, then you’re out tonight with the garbage.
And off She went.
The stench of rotting trash was overwhelming and hundreds of thick black flies swarmed around his naked body. He felt utterly miserable and dirty, like a skunk with a guilt complex. At one point an old lady walked by with her dog. She asked what he was doing and he explained. Meanwhile, her dog took a pee all over him. Poodle Piss. It was a long and awful night.
Just before sunrise She untied him and took him to the garden. There She rinsed him thoroughly with the garden hose. Twice. Cold water of course.
Now, go the shower and clean yourself up, She said. Then you have just enough time to put the garbage out.

LET’S BEGIN, SHALL WE

The Woman looked at him from top to bottom and shook Her head.
Oh dear, She said to his Wife, I see what you mean.
He frowned: do we know each other?
She slapped him hard across the face, making his brain shift like cargo in a ship. He was shocked and ready to say something rude, bu-
Meet Lady Anja, his Wife said. I’ve told Her we’ve been experimenting with D/s and such. She’s here to give us some advice.
He looked at the Woman with new eyes, rubbing his hand over his cheek: Well, what kind of bloody advice i-
She kicked him viciously hard in the groin, sending his balls through the ceiling and into the upstairs bedroom. He doubled up in pain.
Jesus Christ, Woman, he screamed in sheer agony, I’m not a real slave and my Wife is no-
Lady Anja grabbed him by the throat and stopped his words in their tracks.
This is more serious than I thought, She growled. Alice, dear, can you fetch the big, black bag from My car, please? It’s time to act. Also known as: it’s time to torture.
N-o-o-o-o, he panicked, all I want is to listen to some music!
Don’t you worry about that, She grinned, I give you a beautiful symphony of Hurt, Pain & Suffering. It’s an instant hit, trust Me.

ALL FOR EQUALITY

I’m a strong supporter of equality between men and Women, She said soothingly. In education, society, at work, you name it, I support it.
What about equality in marriage, he growled.
It’s an illusion, dearest, and you know it. You say sell – I say buy; you say drive – I say fly; you say spend – I say save; do you know what I mean? We cannot resolve it by majority vote, so someone has to decide. And that someone is Me.
She paused and smiled.
You are like clay in My hands, sweetheart, and you know it. You are weak, I am strong; that’s the long and short of it. And I have the key to your chastity cage. Minor detail.
She giggled and seemed to revel in the beauty and perfection of it.
It’s My duty, She continued, to protect you from doing stupid things. Which is a full-time job, I might add. The chastity cage, the harsh rules and even harsher punishments are all there to keep you out of harms way. They are tokens of My affection.
It’s a brutal way of showing affection, he muttered.
Love hurts, handsome.
We are all born equal, he said with the stubbornness of a child.
Yes … but you’re a man, a fool, a halfwit, a moron, an idiot. You are inferior, I am superior. It’s just a fact of life. So yes, I’m all for equality, darling, as long as I’m in charge.

TUNNEL VISION

How long did it take for you to dig the tunnel? the Female Police Detective asked.
Seven years, eight months, three weeks, four days and nineteen hours, Ma’am.
Right, right. And how long is the tunnel?
Almost six kilometers.
She paused for a moment, tapping Her fingers on the desk.
Why a tunnel?
Why?? Because my Wife is extremely dominant, demanding and ruthless. My marriage is a prison, that’s why. I had to escape.
But … you were not locked up in a dungeon, not chained to a wall, not wearing legs irons, right?
Of course not, he giggled.
You used the car to go to work and you were even allowed to hang out with your friends.
That is correct, once a month.
Once a month, there you go. So … you could have left whenever you wanted to … Taken the car and driven off into the sunset. Why a tunnel?
He looked bewildered, his mouth opening and closing, with nothing coming out. His tiny little brain tumbled ’round and ’round in his skull like laundry in a washer.
Yes, well … if you put it like that, he finally whispered.
Now you have to appear in court and will be sent to prison.
Dear God, he panicked, I hope not!
Your Wife is the judge, right?
She is, yes.
Yeah, you will be sent to prison. Time for a tunnel, I would say.

FEMDOM NEWS

What the hell is going on here!
He almost catapulted off the couch and managed to turn the TV off in one swift motion. Nice move, dude! But too late.
I asked you to clean the room, didn’t I?
Yes, darling, y-
Don’t darling Me, Harold! I’m the boss here and you can address Me as Ma’am.
Yes, yes, of course, sweethe- … uh … Ma’am. I can explain everything, I assure You.
She laughed sarcastically.
Thing is, Ma’am, he hurriedly said, that I didn’t expect You to come home this early … s.so I thought had enough time to watch the news.
Is there a news bulletin at 10:40?
Blimey, he didn’t see that one coming! He looked utterly confused, opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
I asked you a question, is there a news bulletin at 10:40, SLAVE?
That word changed his whole demeanor and he shrank in fear. He nervously wrung his hands: N.no, Ma’am, I’m so sorry! I panicked, I don’t know what got int-
Take down your pants, shorts too!
Please, Ma’am! I will clean the room, I promise!
Oh yes, I know you will! But you will do it with a bruised and battered ass. So, pants down! NOW!
He was in a world of trouble. As usual, so no news there.

FACT OF LIFE

She is elegant, sophisticated and educated. She drives a pair of horses like a charioteer, is at home on a race course or the deck of a fast yacht. She is a power at the theater or the Opera; and none is more brilliant at a dinner party. She dresses with taste, class and style and stops men in their tracks. When She walks everyone follows, when She speaks everyone listens. And obeys. Her voice is calm, direct and powerful. She never shouts, because showing anger is unladylike, and, more importantly, a sign of weakness. When a Lady loses control over Herself, She will effectively lose control over Her slaves. Women are the upper-class of society, which means that Women should always be an example for their slave. Superiority means high quality leadership and high standards. Always. She can be persuasive and manipulative, a seductive huntress who always gets Her prey. She has enslaved hundreds, if not thousands, of men. It’s not even a challenge, because most men are eager to submit. They accept their submissive position and are proud of it. Women are born to rule, just as men are born to submit. It’s not a choice, it’s a fact of life.