Karl is a twenty-three year old male with a very worshipful and
respectful attitude toward women. He met Andrea, a thirty-nine year old Female Supremacist.  Andrea was born within a Female Supremacist marriage and she was herself a Pro Dom during college. Now Andrea has a boutique and Karl is her shop-assistant and her house husband. She chose Karl because of his worshipful attitude toward the female gender. Andrea saw in Karl a pure heart and an eagerness to serve. Karl describes their untraditional but pure FemDom relationship.

“Our marriage is a female supremacist one. We married eighteen months ago and from our wedding night, I wear a chastity device and the only form of sex for us is with me tonguing Andrea, usually twice a day. She is dead set against vanilla intercourse and she says the tongue is the real sex organ of males. Nothing wrong in this, she is a woman and knows the facts of life better than me. On the other side, I empty myself once a week, on  Sunday night if I’m a very good boy during week. This happens almost every weekend because I do my very best to pamper her.

The way this is done is a routine and a ritual. Before bedtime she emerges dressed in only her panties, bra and high heel shoes. Believe me, her feminine power is unbelievable. I drop to my knees at once and hurry to kiss her feet. Andrea is so beautiful and powerful I can’t resist from dropping to my knees. If she’s in a good mood, Andrea lets me kiss and lick her feet for a while and then she blindfolds me before taking off her panties. I’m always blindfolded when I worship Andrea because we’ve learned from the early time of our marriage that the sight of her naked body is enough for me to have a wet accident.

Next, she ties my legs together and my arms firmly in place behind my back. Of course I’m always naked for this ritual. When my hands are secured, she unlocks the chastity device and I get an erection ready to be used for sex. Andrea lightly slaps my balls to get rid of my swelling and to cool me down to avoid wet accidents. Two or three painful slaps are usually enough to soften me down. At this point, Andrea slips my penis inside one of her shoes still warm from her foot. Then, she fixes it firmly in place with one of her stockings. This done, she has me lay on her bed, on my belly, while my penis grows erect, filling her shoe. Then she begins to spank me. She uses a large belt or her slipper as her spanking instruments.

A belt is a lethal weapon in her hands. She doesn’t like to use her hands and she’s very experienced as a spanker. To tell you the truth she doesn’t call these “spankings”, but instead: “lessons in humility and respect”. During the spanking I have to hump her warm shoe, pumping it as quickly as it rests on her bed. A few hits from her on my ass are enough to make me beg her for mercy. She spanks me without fury or anger, but with method and regularity like she’s doing some fitness exercise. I’m in tears in seconds but believe me, I cry like a baby not for pain but for the joy to be spanked by Andrea.

I don’t know how to explain what I feel. I’m very proud of her, and I feel a deep happiness to be her husband. These feelings are rising in me week by week. Since we’ve been married, her shoes are as close to making love to her as she has permitted. In the beginning, I wanted to make love with Andrea, but I’ve learned to accept her rule. I learned quickly to thank her with all my heart for the opportunity to make love to her shoes. In spite of the sexual pleasure rising from my member encased inside her warm shoe, the spanking is hard enough to reduce my sexual pleasure and so I can go on like this for a long time.

It’s hard to explain my feelings during those moments. I’m both in heaven and hell. The spanking ends when I come in her shoe and during the entire spanking she scolds me. After coming she lets me cool down for a few minutes, during which she goes on lecturing me about respect for females. Then I have to thank her politely and if I’m not respectful enough she gives me another round of blows. As you can imagine, to avoid it I’m very submissive and very respectful.

When she’s ok about my behavior, she releases my penis and I have to lick her shoe clean. Ended this task, she cleans me using a wet and cold towel before locking my chastity device in place again. Once I’m safe, Andrea unties my arms and legs and lets me kiss and lick her feet as reward. Then, it’s my duty to tongue her vagina urgently until she obtains two or three orgasms.

With a few laps of my tongue, I lose myself. The world is cut away from my mind and I only exist to worship Andrea. Blindfolded and on my knees, smelling her scent and tasting her, my thoughts run miles away and I am lost in my mind, in subspace. If she doesn’t stop me by patting my head with her hand saying “it’s enough, boy!”, I’m able to lick her for hours and I am in heaven. How can the female sex be so powerful? A wave of profound happiness rises in me when I worship my Goddess.”