To keep us on course I instituted several rules to remind us of what we were trying to do. It seems silly but the rule of not allowing him to sit on the living room furniture as if he were a dog was an amazing success. Every time he curled at my feet as I sat on the couch brought it back to me that we were on a journey together. In similar vein, establishing a set time I would whip him did wonders. It kept us on track. I kept sprinkling our day with little rules and reminders of our separate positions in our relationship. None of them were so arduous that we could live with them but they kept us moving forward.

One day, after several years, we hit an inflection point. After that, he readily accepted my criticisms concerning his service to me.

Now, I believe he never again wants to feel any confusion about wanting to be anything other than my slave. I’m guessing that this confusion only caused him additional stress. Consequently, he wants to stay directly under my thumb. It seems I have altered his instinctual drive toward freedom to instead move in the direction of complete surrender to me. It’s a little scary but at the same time it is tremendously exciting. My domination of him has taken on a life of its own. I always dreamed of this and now it is coming true.

I already socially demote my sub, Butler, when we migrate south each winter for two months. No one in that small Florida town knows he is my love interest. He’s a good bit older than me so it makes it more believable. While in Florida he lives in the garage apartment and takes care of our yard and the car. I’m never seen in public with him. When one of my Florida friends sees him they literally look through him as if he didn’t exist. Such is the power of a social demotion. It makes it much easier for me to date freely knowing he is experiencing a crushing isolation and humiliation.

I think this is so much better than the typical cuckold scene where everyone knows what is going on. I love the way my dates and other women treat him when they think he’s just the older guy who lives in the garage apartment. He says it’s the most humiliating thing we’ve ever done together. Fantastic!

From the very first, she didn’t like my sub. The truth is that she doesn’t like or trust men very much. She admits now that she was jealous of him. I juggled her dislike for him and his mistrust for her for years. I almost gave up but I wanted both of them in my life. It took some doing but now she sees that he is part of me.

Whenever she visited, she wanted me to put him in his cell. She didn’t even want him near to do routine chores. She said that she felt like we were putting on a show for him if we were affectionate. Finally, in desperation, I bought my sub, Butler, a cage with spikes. I explained that if we did anything in front of him that stimulated his maleness, he would instantly feel a very sharp pain in the offending part. That mollified her so that she allowed him to serve us dinner, etc.

Slowly, she realized that I was right. She kissed me in front of Butler as a test only to see him quickly turn away. He would have been discreet anyways but he also was encouraged by the fact that watching would be painful. Soon it began to be a game for her to see if she could hurt him by triggering a male response in him. She grew to enjoy hurting him in this way even if she never learned to like him.

Another joy of having her visit is that it encouraged both Butler and me to carefully stay in our position of Mistress and servant. When alone, it was hard to maintain these roles. However, with Heather in the house, we both kept more strictly to what we were trying to accomplish.

Since Heather’s breakthrough about Butler, she has been an enormous help. Often, she has been a source of great ideas of how to draw him deeper into our FLR. She has come to care that I get the full benefit of owning a slave. She doesn’t have an ounce of mercy for him.

For years she refused to have anything to do with him unless I was there but eventually she saw he was useful. Now, she sees it as a favor if I allow her to borrow him when I’m out of town. It may be the most evil thing I do to him. It still gives makes me a shiver when I think about it. I own a man that I can lend like one lends one’s car or a garden tool. All he does for her while I’m gone is clean and garden from morning until night. I know that she stays within the bounds that I have set concerning his treatment and discipline.

I like lending him because I don’t want him to have a break while I am out of town. I want a woman I trust to keep her high heel shoe on his caged crotch. Of course, I keep the keys to his cage with me. I love the torn lost look in his eyes as I leave him with her almost as much as I love the look of grateful relief I see flood him when I return. Even living within the restrictions I have placed on her, I’m afraid she is not very nice to him when I’m not there.

I love the whole ritual of picking him up at her home when I return. She always gives me a report of how he did. It feels like picking up a pet that sometimes misbehaves. I can see how happy he is to be back with me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

My way is not the only way but it works for us. I want women to come together and support each other! The fastest way I know to put your FLR on track is to include another woman to keep you strong.

Some may point out that I am manipulating the innocent kinky interests of my boyfriend in a careful and diabolical manner to slowly break him into becoming my slave in such a way that makes it psychologically, legally, and financially impossible for him to ever escape my evil clutches. Yes! I’m guilty as charged. But, to be fair, I told him that this was my intent from the very beginning. I remember his answer to me was, “Yes!” He even said, “Please.”

Over the course of our relationship I felt it essential to continue to engage in serious discussions where I encouraged Butler to share his deepest feelings about our S&M activities. I need to know that he remains healthy even as I apply pressure. My discipline should create passion for me not a desire to escape. It’s a narrow path to traverse.

I have to be firm enough to move us forward but patient enough not to run too far ahead of him. I have learned that although he dislikes and fears corporal punishment, he is sexually tantalized by my willingness to punish him. He acknowledges that whipping him has been a gateway for him to a to rise above the mundane to a higher level of sensual awareness of me. He has admitted that the more I whip him the more divine I seem to him.

Often it’s hard to hold back because I receive an electric charge of confidence and pleasure when I observe that he sincerely fears displeasing me about everyday practical matters. Sometimes, I see him nervously checking on the condition of the house or any projects I have given him. It empowers me. A raised eyebrow of mild displeasure from me sends a cold shiver into his scrotum. It’s such a rush of excitement to know that our dom/sub relationship is real! I intend to continue to be cruel and demanding enough so he never thinks of discipline as kinky foreplay. I want to keep him nervous of making even small mistakes in his service to me. This is what he asked for and I intend to give it to him. Plus, it excites me!

I had to leave for the weekend. I thought about leaving my sub, Butler, in his cell with food and water for the long weekend but it didn’t seem safe. He is precious to me. Instead, I bought the heaviest chain I could find and an enormous padlock. I locked the long chain tightly enough around his neck so that he couldn’t remove it. The rest of the chain dangled heavily down his torso to his knees. I knew he would be too embarrassed to leave the house and be seen in public with it locked around his neck. I also left him with a list of chores to keep him busy. Of course, I also left his cock cage on. I doubt he would get anything done if I allowed him the freedom to touch himself. Ha!

Staring at him while he knelt in front of me with his chastity belt clamping his genitals and the enormous chain mocking his “free” weekend was a deeply satisfying moment for me. Butler looks good for his age. He’s always had a toned body but seeing him chained, in chastity, and in a submissive posture, I realized again that he was beautiful to me. I have my work for women’s rights in Tennessee but Butler is my favorite hobby.

I go to a lot of trouble to put myself and my sub, Butler, in social situations to remind him of his status as my slave. Our yearly winter vacation in Florida with my girlfriend Heather and her sub, Suzie, is perfect because no one knows he is my long term partner. During our stay, Butler is not allowed sexual or social contact with me because this time is set aside for Heather. If he serves well, I allow him a weekly teasing wank with my assistance. The three women live in main house while he lives in the garage apt and plays the part of our handyman and gardener. Butler is never seen with me in public.

My local friends have no idea he is my love interest at home. To them, he’s simply the older guy who takes care of our yard, pool, and cars. Social distance can be a vast gulf. Our neighbors and my friends in Florida look through him as if he didn’t exist. He finds this all incredibly humbling, which is why we do it.

Besides acting as our handyman, Butler also works as a waiter at my tennis club and occasionally for a local caterer on the weekends. With both jobs he works about 30 hours a week. I like to keep him busy. We don’t really need his extra income but I enjoy taking his small checks and spending them on little luxuries for Heather and me. Service workers are paid so little that it barely covers our spa treatments and weekend dining.

Last night, Butler was working in his role as an employee of a local caterer. I carefully arranged it so that the company he works for was serving cocktails and food at the last party Heather and I would attend before leaving Florida. The man I have occasionally dated here owns a ridiculously large boat. I call this man Deep Pockets. I don’t have any real interest in him. He’s rich but not very interesting. He’s a little younger than Butler but he is not in particularly good shape. However, I knew he intimidated Butler because of his wealth.

At the party, Deep Pockets was flirting his ass off with me. I had finagled hard to make sure it was Butler who served drinks on the deck. As my date plied me with alcohol, Butler could do nothing but helplessly watch in his caterer’s uniform while holding a tray. It was just the kind of situation that really turns my crank. No one at the party except Heather knew that the older waiter was having his heart torn in two. I could feel his eyes on me as I flirted back with my date. I love the intrigue and tension it creates between Butler and me. I love the heat I feel from him when I arrange something like this.

Late in the party, Heather and I found ourselves sitting alone in the stern of the boat drinking our fourth (?) cocktail. She asked me how it was going. I admitted to her that I was trying but I couldn’t think of a way to sting Butler any more, on this last social occasion, other than screwing our host in front of him. (which, I had no interest in doing.) She listened for a minute and smiled.

About ten minutes later, Butler was coming down the steps from the pilot house with a loaded tray. I saw Heather sneak her foot out to trip him. Butler and about dozen drinks flew through the air and landed in a crash on the deck. Of course, Heather acted as if she was furious. I would never talk badly to a server but she does not have the same natural bridle on her tongue as I do. Somehow, other people don’t expect her to act much better. It’s like the rules that everyone else accepts don’t apply to her. Consequently, she gets away with being a bitch better than I ever could. (My girlfriend is a gangster!).

After a few well chosen snips at Butler’s clumsiness, she banished Butler to the galley. Next, she marched downstairs and told the caterer to fire Butler or make him apologize for his stupidity loud enough for Butler to uncomfortably listen. Oh boy, can she lay it on. Butler knew he couldn’t get fired or he would have to face real punishment from me so he had no choice but to humbly apologize to Mr Deep Pockets, the boat owner.

I watched this scenario unfold with growing interest. Of course, it was all completely unfair. Butler knew that Heather had purposefully tripped him but he could never admit to this. I moved closer and positioned myself so I could see and hear the conversation. Butler had no choice. I drank in Butler’s embarrassing and humbling apology to my date, while sipping my drink and getting more and more turned on.

Oh, it was exciting to see a man I knew to be successful and proud reduced to begging and groveling for his service job so he could please me. Butler had been betrayed, demoted, and humiliated. He was acutely aware it was all part of our devious plan. He saw the trouble we had gone through to set him up. The more complicated our schemes the more he feels loved and connected to me. I knew that this moment would create a deep submission in him. And, with that thought foremost in my mind, I realized that I was on fire! Driving Butler into sub space works overtime for me.

I didn’t know who to kiss first. Before the party ended, I kissed both Heather and the boat owner. Later at home, I allowed Butler to kiss my toes through my opened toed pumps while I reprimanded him for being so awkward at the party. I sat in a chair in the garden with him at my feet while I touched myself in front of him. He was placed purposefully very close to what he most craved but was still unreachable. Sexual contact for Butler is not allowed during the two months we are in Florida and he knew it. He seemed to want to kiss my feet for a long time. He’s sweet like that. Graciously, I allowed it.

His public social demotion is the most intense and exciting thing we have ever attempted. We never could have tried it years ago but this lifestyle has a tendency to pull a couple forward to richer and deeper experiences. I admit that I’m occasionally tempted to retire here and make his social demotion permanent. Teasingly, I tell him that more often than I really feel it Of course, he believes me. But, what can he do? Like me, he’s in too deep.

You are alone. Again. Your wife’s friend is the cause of your misery. You know you should hate her. Months ago, she talked your wife into trying a chastity cage on you. Your wife loved it. A few months later your wife’s friend suggested that she should cuckold you. Your wife liked that even more. Inevitably, she found someone else. She left you locked.

You were so devastated and pathetic you never bothered to cut off your cage. Now, you are alone again. To make it worse, weirdly, you’ve been thinking of your tormentor. It’s ridiculous but you keep having visions of going to your wife’s friend and throwing yourself at her feet and begging to become her slave. Unthinkable! But, you keep thinking about it.

After a long struggle you decide you have nothing to lose. Surprisingly, when you ask to meet her for coffee, she readily agrees. Something felt wrong but you are powerless. Just as you reach for the door of the coffee shop you suddenly realize that it is possible that this woman has orchestrated the whole thing. She has pried you loose so she can have you. Now, you are frighted but you continue to hold the handle of the door. You notice that your hand is shaking.

Each winter, I share a vacation home with my girlfriend, Heather, and her submissive female, Suzie. During our stay in Florida my male sub, Butler, sleeps in a garage apartment in the back of our house. I introduce him, the few times it is necessary, as our gardener and handyman. Our age difference helps to maintain this charade. My goal is to socially demote him for the three months we are there. So far, no one has ever seen him as anything but the older man who takes care of the house and yard. No one ever suspects our romantic connection. It’s a perfect place to experiment with our relationship.

He doesn’t have too much to do because Suzie, Heather’s submissive, takes care of most of the inside work. Butler minds the yard, maintains our cars, runs errands, and pedals us on our pedicab, but he still has a lot of free time. He is not allowed inside the house. I am never seen with him in public. During his free hours, he plays his keyboard, reads, and does a rigorous work out every day. However, I’ve decided that I wanted him to work. He was not busy enough for me. Of course, his job had to be something menial and part time. I also wanted his job to be appropriate for a handyman. And, of course, he would turn over his paychecks to me. He weekly salary would mean very little to me but I don’t allow him money. He once was a lawyer. Now, he cuts my grass and washes my car.

Heather and I considered joining a golf club when we first got to Florida. At one time, Butler was a serious golfer but I took that away from him, or rather Heather took it away, in a very dramatic fashion. While visiting the golf club I met their golf pro who turned out to be a sturdy young man. I had visions of receiving golf lessons from him while Butler caddied for us. I imagined the golf pro putting his arms around me as I rubbed my ass against his crotch while Butler helplessly watched.

Alas, it was not to be. Heather visited and decided that the crowd was too old for us. I’m sure she was right. Later, we visited a tennis club nearby and we liked the membership better. I noticed that they served a good lunch and needed better servers. I thought about Butler working there as a waiter. I imagined taking dates to lunch with Butler waiting on us. That seemed like the perfect game, set, and match.

Monday Journal.-

I told Heather about my idea of finding work for Butler as a server at our tennis club and she took it as a challenge. I think she was motivated to get Butler off the property for a few hours every day. She sees our stay in Florida as strictly our time, and except for the labor Butler provides, I believe she would rather that I left him at home during the winter months. I told Butler if Heather couldn’t find him a job that I would blame him for wasting her time. In addition, I warned him that I would allow Heather to crop him if she was unsuccessful. Of course, I knew that it was completely unfair of me. Ha. As soon as we spoke about it, she drove off determined to find Butler work as a server at the tennis club.

That morning, Butler knew that Heather was there trying to find him a job. I doubt he really wanted to serve lunches at the club but he fervently hoped that whatever happened, Heather would be pleased, I could see he was anxious. I don’t let Heather cane him but I allow her to use the riding crop on him when I think she will enjoy it. The usual number of stokes is 50. I can always see the different posture Butler starts to take when he knows something hard is about to happen. He seems to shrink ever so slightly as if he were slightly bowed. I felt the tension in the air. It would last through dinner. I frequently put a difficult punishment off for a few hours so he can anticipate it. I planned on putting Suzie, Heather’s sub, on her knees between my thighs while I watched. We never whip her. A hard looks sends her trembling in the corner. Nevertheless, listening to a good thrashing would be good for her. That is, if she can hear it with my legs wrapped around her ears. Being a dominatrix is a hard life but someone has to do it.

Tuesday Journal-

Butler survived his cropping from Heather last night. She’s firm but careful with my property. Of course, it was all completely unfair. It wasn’t Butler’s fault that Heather couldn’t talk her way into a job for him. However, and this is important, “fair” has nothing to do with anything. Sometimes I purposefully want it to be unfair. I want him to feel helpless and trod upon. Plus, I knew if Heather was unsuccessful, she would feel frustrated. I wanted to take her feelings into consideration. If I allowed her to channel this frustration in Butler’s direction it seemed that everyone would benefit. I’m nice like that.

The cropping was also good for Suzie who was terrified that she would be next. We would never whip her that hard. I know the sound of the thrashing would be enough to drop her into subspace. She is such a sensitive soul. I don’t usually get off dominating another women but I swear I could feel tears on her face as she pressed her cheeks against my thighs. Of course that practically sent me into orbit. Apparently, I’m a bi-gender sadist.

In addition, I promised him 50 lashes a day with the crop until he started working. He knows I never kid about discipline. This was a perfect day. Butler is cowed, Suzie is desperate to please, Heather is energized, and I’m like a cat with a bowl of cream. All of my people are where they should be.

Wednesday Journal

This afternoon, I visited my tennis club. I planned on coming back with a job for my slave that will keep him busy while we are in Florida. The goal was to put him in a place that Heather and I visited so that we can watch him work and even serve us in some capacity as a menial worker. I find that when one places oneself on the path the Goddess wants us to trod, that with a bit of work, we receive what we need. I wanted him close but demoted.

Heather had failed at finding Butler work. This is unusual. She is usually successful with men, however, she’s like a sledge hammer. I’m more like a stiletto.

I didn’t want Butler to find his own job. Allowing him to find his own work felt that he had done something on his own. I wanted this job to come from my hands. Heather and I are always good customers. I always meet the owner of any business I give my patronage. It never fails to improve service.

When I got to the Tennis club and had a good look at the carefully appointed office of the manager, I knew I had an opening. The manager was susceptible to manipulation but not from Heather. I explained that Butler had real experience and had been taught how to serve properly. I also explained his role as a family retainer. I’m sure that the manager had experience accommodating a well off clientele. He couldn’t promise work every day but agreed to interview Butler and try to work him into the schedule. I could not wait to get home with my particular news. Butler was scheduled for another discipline session from me. My news had to be delivered at the right moment and in the right way.

My regular Wednesday discipline of Butler happens in the afternoon at home but in Florida we have fallen into the habit of an outdoor session before lunch. I like beating Butler during the day at home because it separates discipline from foreplay. Discipline is not something I do before sex. He is my slave and his cropping is only about his training. Of course, there is never any sex for Butler in Florida while I’m with Heather. Even though I’m certain that I don’t swing any harder, he swears it always hurts more in Florida. This always make me feel slippery and excited. We lack the indoor equipment in Florida but we have a very private back yard. One of the first things we asked Butler to do as a handyman was to rig a bench with ringbolts.

Heather often ignores Butler completely during the winter but I wanted her there for this particular session. She sensed something special was happening when I entered the backyard. I could see her eyes glitter hungrily. Like a big orange tabby, she curled close by in a lounge chair to watch.

Butler was in the “2” position, on his knees with his eyes at my feet. He was nervous because I had come from the club and he hoped that my news was better than the news Heather had brought home earlier.

I began, “It seems that I was able to talk you into an interview tomorrow with the manager for a lunch serving position. I want you to work lunches whenever you can. It will be up to you to impress him to allow you to give at least five days a week. Failure to do so will result in serious punishment.”

Of course that was unfair and all three of us knew it. What if he weren’t needed that many days? Butler didn’t refuse, of course, but he wanted clarification.

I moved forward. “On the bench.” Heather and I moved quickly to restrain Butler. During discipline he is in five point restraint. His hands and feet are tied to the ends of the bench and a wide leather strap goes around his waist. He is completely immobile. That’s the way I like him best.

I continued, “Your interview is tomorrow. Any day you are not working at least five days a week you’ll be on this bench for fifty like the ones you’re about to receive now. I don’t care how you do it but I want you to get that job!”

I have an interest in breaking his male view of himself until nothing remains but a pliable psyche for me to mold into a more surrendered servant. I made certain by the extra zest I used with the crop that he would be inclined to enthusiastically do his best in the coming interview. My advice to my sister dommes is to keep your eyes open and use everything that the good Goddess sends.

Thursday Journal

Butler returned from his interview at the club with the news he had been successful. Butler seemed relieved to tell us that he started on Monday.

I responded that he would be very sore by Monday because I had promised him 50 lashes of the crop everyday until he started working. Heather laughed and slapped his face harshly. I could tell that he was carefully smothering a reply about the unfairness of it all. I watched him carefully. He’s learning, I told myself. Fairness has nothing to do with being a slave in a FLR.

Heather continued to degrade him for his poor performance as a servant. Sometimes she feels I’m too easy on him. She really doesn’t like to spend much time dominating him but I could tell I had pleased her with my intention of continuing his discipline. I knew I would enjoy his cropping over the next few days.

I also had wonderful visions of inviting a few dates to the club and flirting with them while Butler hovered as our food server. It seemed like a perfect moment.

It took some work but Butler is exactly where I want him. I know what he needs. He’s humbled, demoted, chaste, busy, punished, and wild for me.

If you want to instill in a man a sense of his servitude then you need to require him to provide the services a servant provides. Domestic chores are good for him. They teach him who he is. Also, to see a man burdened with housework makes me happy.

What most submissive men can’t imagine in their fantasy life is that the life of a slave is often painfully boring. Housework is drudgery. I do my part to make it interesting by making the rewards hard to earn and the punishments intense. Service is the practical aspect of female domination that any woman could learn to love.

If I am doing my job as a dominatrix correctly the drudgery he performs becomes infused with a spirituality that happens as he surrenders to me as his goddess. Thus, cleaning the floor becomes, for him, an act of worship. Now, that’s a great way to get the housework done! If I am doing this right, then the more he works and suffers the more he loves me.

I have my sub, Butler, keep a notebook of instructions. In it, he keeps his list of chores. It’s divided into different sections. For example there is a divider for every room in the house. There is garden section and travel section, etc. Each time I think of something I want him to continue to do, I give him very specific instructions on exactly how I want it done. If it goes in the book, he’s responsible for it. Over the last few years a common phrase he has heard is, “That’s one for the book.” Picture a two inch thick ringed binder filled with detailed instructions.

Lately, I have experienced the joy of driving home knowing that he has spent every second that we’re apart preparing the house for my arrival. I love knowing that when I’m there he can’t take his eyes off of me and when I’m gone he’s working constantly to please me. When I arrive, I see gleaming floors and carefully folded laundry. I see the lawn manicured and the garden weeded. Finally, I see him anxious that I will find something wrong that will cause me to punish him. Again. Of course, I look very hard for his mistakes. After all, I want to make it fun for both of us. Ha!

As our relationship progressed, I have expected tiny tokens of submission from him in multiple ways that alone might not mean much but together are starting to change how we interact. For example, I no longer carry anything in my hands other than my purse when we leave the house. It’s a seemingly inconsequential rule but it is an example of one of many rules that he has to obey. Seeing how it inconveniences him makes me smile.

In addition, to emphasize his role as a beast of burden, I now make him carry a male handbag that I can put things in that I don’t want to carry in my smaller more stylish purse. Not only is this convenient for me it has the added advantage of making him feel slightly foolish.

I can think of dozens of rules that I have implemented as a constant reminder of his place. For example, I don’t allow him to sit on the furniture in the living room. He pretends to like sitting on the floor when we have vanilla company. I simply smile.

When I eat in the kitchen he may sit at the table with me. If I eat alone in the dining room, he must hover out of sight waiting on me.

On most days he is present to dress and undress me. It’s not especially erotic for me to be dressed and undressed but if I have been denying him it can be quite a tease.

Every night he appears at a set time to brush my hair, put away my clothes, and turn down my bed.

When we are with vanilla couple he is to act as naturally as possible but he must constantly watch for my subtle hand signals that might tell him to agree with me, step away from the conversation, or remain silent. I suppose we have a dozen such private signals.

Anytime we visit another couple in their home, I require him to try very hard to put himself in a subservient position by offering to do the dishes after dinner or whatever chore that seems most helpful. I love punishing him for not being able to talk a hostess into using him in this way. I find it amusing to watch him desperately trying to charm a woman into allowing him to help, knowing that if he fails he will suffer for it.

I expect doors opened, drinks carried, and umbrellas unfurled. The list goes on and on. I am an independent woman. I can do all of these things for myself but what would that teach him? I believe that these rules act like steel wool to slowly polish and mold him into a proper servant. His service has now started to be automatic. So have my demands. I feel we have stepped up to a new level of a dominant/submissive relationship.

Those who follow me know that I spend each winter in Florida with my girlfriend Heather and her submissive girl, Suzie. My male sub, Butler, lives in a garage apt in the back of our house. We maintain strict social distance so our neighbors and friends think that my male is merely a handyman and gardener. We never allow him in the house. For three months of the year I can publically live as single woman. It’s been a lot of fun and very good for my submissive partner to be socially demoted for a few months each year.

From my journal-

Day One

This winter, I have purposefully spent most of my time with Heather and an occasional date. This is part of Butler’s training. I’ve been ignoring him on purpose. I want him to see every crumb of attention I give him as precious. I admit that with Heather and Suzie, my life is full. He is the one who is lonely and yearning. The whole thing stimulates me to no end.

Despite the fact that he is banished from the house, he has asked me most prettily if he could be allowed to wash dishes in the kitchen but not stray deeper into female only territory. He wouldn’t say it or show it but he’s profoundly jealous of Suzie. I don’t blame him. After all, Suzie bathes us, brushes our hair, and takes care of our clothes. She gets to be intimate with us. She sleeps with Heather. In contrast, he gets to mow the grass and wash the cars. I know that he craves to be in the kitchen because it puts him one step closer to me.

Yesterday, Suzie gently approached me about allowing Butler to help. It’s true we keep her busy. She could probably use the help. I asked how she knew Butler wanted to help with the cleaning in the kitchen. She replied that Butler had importuned her about it. Suzie never looks me in the eyes. She’s very shy and always looks down when speaking to me. First, I love a girl who would use the word “importune.” It was very subtle message. It means to ask but there is also a slight connotation that he asked a little too much.

To understand the situation, you should know that Suzie has always been a submissive. Years ago, she was owned by a man who mistreated her. Heather is gentle with her and they love each other. Suzie is a quiet timid little thing. She has never in any way tried to dominant Butler. However, there was something about the way she spoke to me that told me she wanted to expand her role. I could see the slightest of smiles on her face as she spoke to me. I knew she would never want to whip Butler. That didn’t seem like her but I could sense that she wanted something. I also knew not to try to dig it out of her. She would retreat into a fetal position if I approached her too directly.

I’m curious about her. I’m starting to feel a familiar tingle that means I’m on the trail of something that might be interesting. Suzie wants to spread her wings and I am going to help her no matter what it costs Butler. We are not here for him. He’s here for us.

Day Two

I spoke to my girlfriend Heather last night about her submissive, Suzie. I had never heard her full story. Heather rescued her from an abusive relationship with a man. Of course, in my opinion the entire female gender has been in an abusive relationship with men for thousands of years. Heather told me at length how Suzie lived. I won’t go into details here but her master used here as a party favor. It is enough to say that Suzie spent a lot of her day with a cock in her mouth and in her anus. She was wilting when Heather met her.

Heather scooped her up and showed her how she could live out her submissive leanings in an atmosphere of love. Heather can be very gentle with other women.

I had a lot of different feelings when I heard Suzie’s complete tale. It reminded me that a lot of women have deeply buried hurts and legitimate anger that they suppress. The hate messages I receive daily on Facebook and Fetlife from men are only examples of what happens to me in the real world. Many men have difficulty accepting a strong woman.

Women are usually too evolved to release their evil feelings on an innocent men. However, once a submissive man creates a relationship where a woman feels completely safe, don’t be surprised if she taps into a deep well of overflowing bitchiness and sadism. Men put it there.

Don’t tell me that dominant women don’t exist in your town. Women can all become terrors but only when we feel like it is the right thing to do. It is your job as a submissive man to create the right atmosphere for us to safely explore our anger.

I believe my movie will release the hidden domme in a lot of women because it will allow women to transform some of their repressed feelings into a force that will produce love in a relationship. If we get this movie made, some lucky men are going to be in a lot of trouble. I know now what Suzie wants and needs and I’m going to give it to her.

Day Three

Heather and I had a long talk with Suzie. She is extremely shy and retiring. It’s very difficult to get her to talk about her feelings. Last night, we sat huddled on the bed in Heather’s room where Suzie feels the safest. For a woman who I normally think of as a firecracker, Heather can be infinitely patient with Suzie.

Finally, after prompting her several times to tell us why she had a reaction to Butler repeatedly asking if he could help in the kitchen, we both sensed it was time to stop talking to her and listen. Suzie kept her head down and her eyes on the floor as we waited. Heather and I were both kept very still in the silence.

Finally in a tiny voice just above a whisper we heard Suzie say, “I want him to suck my cock.” Stunned silence. Stunned silence even more. Suzie is a biological female. She doesn’t use words like “cock.” She normally would say penis but only if it was absolutely necessary. But, we both heard it. I glanced at Heather and she looked back but then suddenly she guffawed. I quickly became tickled. In seconds Heather and I were helpless with laughter. Even Suzie managed a shy smile.
I’m fairly sure this is something we can do for her.

Although amused at Suzie’s desire to fuck Butler in his mouth, Heather has zero interest in giving Butler a kinky experience. Heather views this time in Florida as our time. She’s not opposed to Butler keeping the kitchen clean thus freeing Suzie for more important tasks but she doesn’t want this time to be in any way about Butler. She likes to pretend he doesn’t exist.

I respect her wishes. I also don’t want my winter vacation fulfilling Butler’s kinky fantasies. However, I want to help Suzie through her first domination of Butler so she can be empowered to do more as her inner muse leads her. I considered her desire and how I might help. I realized that I’ve never spit roasted Butler.

Of course, I’ve pegged him but I’ve never had a partner in crime at the critical moment to take it further. This seemed like an ideal opportunity to help Suzie and have a little fun for myself. I knew full well what it would do for Butler. I’ve spent years understanding him.

Thinking about the coming scenario gave me that familiar surge of sadistic pleasure that makes my life so interesting. I was slippery at the thought. It is clear to me that helping Suzie isn’t my only motivation. I admit that I want to humble him, hurt him, and shred his soul. All in a good cause, of course.

Day Four

Women ask me all the time how to dominant their submissive boyfriends. I always tell them to start with a weekly cropping. Once that is done these women often have other questions. My answer is always the same, “You almost cannot screw it up.” Really. A man who truly wants to submit will be grateful to you for your domination no matter how awkward or fumbling a scene becomes.

Suzie was filled with fear about confronting Butler. She knows she’s not anything like me or Heather. She’s not remotely an alpha type. I counseled her not to try to gin up a lot of emotion but to be matter of fact. I told her it was unnecessary to put on a show or wonder if Butler would obey or obey with real surrender. That was not her job. Her job was to simply tell him what she wanted him to do. Luckily for her, I knew Butler would sense to be very pliable.

When he crawled into the messy kitchen after dinner last night, I knew I could put Butler in deep sub space. Suzie kept her back to him. I put him in the #4 position, which pust him on his hands and knees. I stood behind him and cropped him on his buttocks about 20 times. I informed him that he would report to the kitchen each day after dinner to do the dishes. I also informed him not to pollute the rest of the house with his male presence. He would work alone or at Suzie’s direction. The entire time Suzie had kept her back to us as if she were occupied with some kitchen chore. She was dressed in slacks, a tight blouse, and sandals. She is a tiny little thing but very shapely.

At the end of his cropping, Suzie slowly turned around to display a black dildo rudely protruding from the fly of her slacks. Butler froze, completely surprised at what he was seeing. In a quiet voice, Suzie rasped, “I want you to suck my cock.” With almost no hesitation, Butler crawled over to her and buried his face in Suzie’s crotch. I watched as she grabbed the back of his head and forced him deeper onto her dildo. I could hear him gagging a bit but he is experienced enough to relax his throat and take in the whole dildo.

Suzie kept pushing him on to her with a surprised look on her face that slowly transformed into rapture. I had planned to do more in the moment but it was all too perfect. We can add to this scenario later. Suzie was having her own breakthrough. It’s important not to rush these moments.

She kept at it for a while then pushed him unto the floor. Butler was writhing in lust. Suzie stilled him by putting her foot on his chest. Then in a quiet but determined voice she told him, “Do a perfect job.” Afterwards, she left the room heading towards Heather’s bed. I looked down at him. I was proud of him. He had not disappointed me but it was not time for mercy. I kicked him hard in the side several times and repeated Suzie’s message, reminding him that he was lucky to be allowed in the house at all. I left him in the dirty kitchen, aching, whipped, and humiliated. And, both of us completely satisfied.

Week Two

At breakfast, I asked Suzie if she was willing to take her fucking of Butler to the next level. When Suzie gets excited she becomes even quieter and more still. I could see I had struck a chord when she froze in her tracks half way from carrying a dish from the dinning room to the kitchen. I tilted her head from its usual bowed position and saw her sly smile.

I waited until late in the evening. I know it sounds weird but I know Butler’s bowel habits. The afternoon is better for him for such an experience. Half of the domination a man is knowing him completely. I have studied him for years.

When Butler quietly knocked on the door after dinner to do the dishes, Suzie and I were waiting for him. We were both dressed but each of us wore a dildo and harness over our yoga pants. We had carried the living room coffee table into the kitchen. I smiled knowingly. Suzie actually looked Butler in the eyes expectantly. I could see Butler shudder. I made the hand signal for him to remove his clothes. With only a minimum of hesitation, he started stripping.

While waiting for Butler, Suzie fell into my arms and started kissing my neck. I bent down and tasted her lips. She is such a delicious tiny thing. Instinctively, she had grabbed my dildo and started masturbating it. I laughed. She is always so eager. I poured some lube in her hand. I positioned her in the front so she could watch me. I wanted her to see the angle I introduced the dildo into Butler’s ass. After being impaled, Butler moaned and squirmed forward to take Suzie’s dildo in his mouth. Once again Suzie reached behind Butler’s head and pulled him deeper onto her cock. I laughed. Suzie giggled. Butler moaned. We set up a good rhythm.

After a few minutes I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was ready to switch. There was some fumbling around. Cleaning one cock while lubing the other one. We eventually settled into place. The smile on Suzie’s face was gone. She concentrated a minute but once in, she seemed to be looking at something at a long distance. Soon with surprising strength she started pushing herself forward. She looked a little unhinged as she vigorously plunged her cock into Butler’s ass. I was caught up in her frenzy and as we spit roasted him. Butler squirmed and tried to take us both. I could see his bulging watery eyes. He was past gagging. He was opened and receptive.

Eventually, Suzie slowed. She came back from wherever she had been mentally and looked at me with deep appreciation. She withdrew as I did. Suddenly, she pulled back her hand and once, twice, thrice, gave Butler a terrific blow with her palm.

Afterwards, she scurried over, kissed me, and vanished from the room. I was left with a completely broken slightly tearful man begging to place his head between my thighs. I took off the harness, sat on the on the kitchen counter, and allowed him his reward.

I’m nice like that.

Last fall I visited a friend in NYC I met on Fetlife. Just before she married her submissive husband she met a man that interested her. After about two years of training her husband she decided to be more honest with him about her desires. She didn’t ever want to leave him but she wanted her sexual liberty.

Now they have an a fabulous lifestyle. They both work but, unlike him, she is a workaholic attorney. He has a regular 9 to 5 schedule. He comes home, cleans the house, and makes dinner each night. Often, she comes home late but he is always at home waiting to serve her. He takes care of everything to her exacting requirements. I couldn’t find a speck of dirt or disorder in her entire apartment. He’s also a great cook. While staying with them they maintained a light friendly banter but it was clear he was on his very best behavior. They sleep in separate bedrooms.

Her boyfriend who she made contact with again, also works crazy hours like she does. She and her boyfriend could NEVER live together. They would both be too tired and stressed to enjoy each other. Instead, they have an agreement to see each other from Friday night to Sunday morning each week.

On Friday, her submissive husband has a bag packed for her. She showers and dresses for a night out. Her boyfriend picks her up. She spends the weekend with her lover. On Sunday about noon, her slave husband picks her up at her boyfriend’s brownstone.

She no longer has coitus with her husband but does allow him to give her quite a lot of oral pleasure. He bathes her, massages her, dresses her, and brushes her hair each night. He remains chaste. His release is by hand on Sunday night if he has pleased in every way. I didn’t see any corporeal punishment but I’m sure she isn’t shy about meting it out. I can always tell by the way a slave looks at his owner. I see adoration but it’s also spiced with a little fear. It’s clear to me that they love each other and have found what works for them. Her boyfriend was out of town on the weekend I stayed with them. I’m sure her husband loves it when he gets her all to himself.

“The independent part of me withers when I hear you say- “

1. I will eventually take everything from you!
2. Only a slave would allow me to do this. You were born to be my slave.
3. You have a tiny slave dick. We’ll need to get a strap on so you have a remote chance of satisfying me. Either that, or I will have to take on other lovers.
4. Tell me “No” one time and I will publish every kinky picture I have of you to all of your family and friends. One day, when I’m ready, I’m going to do it no matter what you say.
5. You think this is hard? I’m just getting started. What will you do when you have to cook dinner for one of my other lovers? I’ve already had you dress me for a date with another man? You wimp. You’ll let me do anything.
6. One day you’ll look back and realize how easy I’ve been on you. . One day I may fall in love with another woman who is even harder on you than I am? She’d never let you have sex with me again. I could move her in and hand her my whip with carte blanche to do anything necessary to make you a better slave. I know you. You’ll agree to anything.
7. If I’m hard on you it’s because you deserve it. You were born to be a slave to a woman. It might as well be me.
8. This is what slaves get. You had better get used to it.
9. You are not really as attractive as you once were. You should feel lucky that I decided to keep you as my slave.
10. If I divorced you right now, I would take your house and put you in a grungy studio apartment down the street. You would still come here once a day to do my chores. You’d do it wouldn’t you? Say it out loud! ….. You are a completely enslaved fool. But, at least you are my fool.
11. Knowing what I know about you, I can get you to agree to anything I want. This should worry you because I’m growing as a dominatrix. Things will change.
12. Once I gave you fellatio but I’ll never ever do that again because you’re just a slave. You’ll NEVER have fellatio again. Never! Blow jobs are for real men. Slaves don’t get that.
13. Only a fool or a wimp would allow a woman to take control over his life. Which are you? I guess you are both.
14. Get your slave tongue deeper in my ass or I will lock you in chastity for a week! Deeper! Deeper!
15. You let me whip you for not doing my laundry. You let me deny you sex. You even let me kick you in the balls! How can I ever see you as a man again? No, now I can only see you as my slave.
16. I’m sure that you’ve noticed that women don’t respond to you the way they used to when you were younger. I’m the last young woman you will ever be with. And, I’m only with you because you can be useful. If a miracle happens and I see that some woman does find you attractive, I will show her videos of me pissing in your face or pegging you. It will disgust her. She’ll never see you as a man after seeing what I’ve turned you into. So, serve me, because I’m the last woman you will ever be allowed to touch. And, I won’t let you do that nearly as often as you would like.
17. Do you want me to beat you like I did a few weeks ago? I want you to know I enjoyed it!
18. Wimp. Slave. Dickless, Chastity Boy, Butler, Houseboy, Ass-licker, Fool, Errand Boy………
19. I’ve told one of my friends about your slave status. She loved it. I’ll never tell you who. I just want you to know that your secret is out. I hope she doesn’t tell anyone. He he he.
20. One day you’ll be too old to fuck. I’ll have to get another lover. Will you serve us breakfast in bed?
21. You don’t think I can take you all the way That’s a mistake because I will.
22. One day, I will control all of your money. You’ll have to beg on your knees for money to replace your old toothbrush. I can’t wait to see you grovel.
23. I’m starting to see you differently. You have become more slave than man to me. Maybe I should legally change your name to Butler. You were a fool to ever have written your book. Now, I know how far I can go!
24. One day we’ll move to a different city and I’ll move you into a back house and introduce you as my gardener/housekeeper. Because of our age differences, no one will suspect that we were ever married.
25. Once we move and you become my housemen, no one will treat you with any respect. You’ll only be a servant.
26. I want my new friends to treat you like a servant. Not something kinky. You are going to get a real life social demotion. And… It will turn me on.
27. In a new town, I will be able to date men and women freely without anyone thinking it’s unusual because everyone will think I’m single.
28. I can’t wait for you to build me a dungeon. I want new ways to punish you!
29. I want you to learn some hand signals so I can dominate you in public without anyone knowing.
30. I am going to forget one day and call you “slave” in public. It’s simply going to slip out. It’s how I see you. I won’t be able to help it. It’s getting more obvious to me. The husband and wife thing was done to empower me. I have plans for us.