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.