I lived with Selma for almost three years and She could be demanding, shrewd and seductive at times. She knew my weak spots and She targeted them mercilessly whenever She wanted something. Bossy, that’s the word I was looking for. I didn’t realise it at the time, but She was in fact a natural born dominant. Her need to control was very real, I didn’t have to ask for it and I certainly didn’t have to pay for it; it came with the package. She never punished me or anything, though. She knew nothing about my submissive feelings and there were no BDSM toys in the house. She didn’t need all that, I guess, She knew way too well She could make me do anything by pushing the right buttons. There was more realism to Her authority than to all the stuff you see on Femdom websites. And yet I left Her in the hope of finding a real Mistress…. So the question is: how important are punishments and humiliations to us. Is being Bossy enough or not near enough?
“SLAVE!” Seriously, She could castrate a man with that voice. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could. “Yes sugar,” he said flowery. “Don’t sugar Me, Harrold! Did you take the garbage out?” Now, that was a bit unfair, wasn’t it? She’d ordered him to clean the bathroom first and he wasn’t even finished yet! But She didn’t want to hear about it. She took him to the corner of the street and told him to lay down on top of the garbage bags that were already there. She tied his hands behind his back, his feet and then his ankles to his wrists. A bundle of joy, so to speak. “Night, night, tied, tight” She said and left. The stench was disgusting and the flies were all over him. Dreadful business. A few hours later and elderly Lady walked by. She said She felt sorry for him, but that didn’t stop Her dog from taking a piss at him. His Wife untied him at sunrise, took him to the garden and hosed him down with cold water. God, it couldn’t get worse than this, could it? “I told you yesterday to clean the bathroom,” She said, “why isn’t it finished yet?”
“Women are beyond mysterious, you know. Fascinating creatures, no doubt about it, but downright confusing. They’ve been mistreated by men for centuries, bullied around, treated like dirt. And now we come along: 24/7 slaves, willing to obey, willing to work our asses off, willing to surrender heart and soul to them. One should think they would honour and praise us. But no sir! They’ll punish and humiliate us over nothing. We’re collectors items and yet they treat us like garbage. I think it’s time for a strike. That’ll teach them a lesson.” The bathroom door opened and he shrivelled down to his knees. “Don’t tell Me you were talking to the mirror again” his Wife said. “No Goddess,” he squeaked, ” I w.was singing.” She looked down on him and shook Her head. “You’re such a terrible liar. But not to worry, the truth will come out, one way or the other. Follow Me, we’ll deal with this straight away. Strike when the iron is hot, as My mother used to say.”