According to the Elise Sutton “it is almost always the man who will introduce the Female Domination lifestyle to the Woman.” So, why travel to the far corners of the earth or secretly masturbate behind Her back, when your Mistress to be is already there? I know, the thought of raising the subject provokes anxiety and fear, doesn’t it? Don’t overdo it, that’s the key to unlock the door to Supremacy. Avoid the risk of burying Her in an avalanche of graphic details, longings and desires. Don’t tell Her She can nail your scrotum to the table or chase you around the house with a bullwhip all day long. That’s way too much, way too soon. And don’t smother all hope by showing Her your favourite websites. Believe me, there’s a time for everything and this is not the right time. Plant a seed and if it’s meant to grow it will. Be patient and give it time to ripen. She will get back to it when She’s ready. A light and casual talk about your submissive fantasies might well be enough to bring Her dormant dominant nature to the surface.
The sub in me is submerged. Fully submerged when I’m in the company of family & friends and at periscope depth for the rest of the day. Always on the lookout for traces of Femdom, that’s the meagre existence of an unowned slave. I have to keep my submissive personality on a short leash, because the outside world is still not ready for him. It’s sad but true: being a 24/7 slave doesn’t mean you’re actually free to be one. The daily grind won’t allow it and going to work wearing a slave collar is still a bad, bad idea. Instead we have to make do and mend with a few submissive hours a day. If we’re lucky. My outdoor personality went to school, goes to work and meets his friends. He’s a nice chap and he has grown on me over the years. But I do hope I’m allowed to say goodbye to him one day and emerge as a lifetime slave.
A slave contract has no legal binding whatsoever and a judge would piss his pants if you would ask him about it. So in that respect it’s just a worthless piece of paper. But at the same time it’s not. Because it’s a commitment, a solemn oath, a binding agreement between two individuals, and no self-respecting slave can walk away from that. Because you don’t need the blessing of an urinating judge to understand that Women are more powerful than all the laws in the land. I came this close to signing a slave contract once, but the Mistress changed Her mind only minutes before the ceremony. She never told me why and I never had the guts to ask Her about it. It happened years and years ago, but I’m still disappointed, because I truly love the idea of a slave contract. Sign here, slave: awesome!
The founding fathers of the Other World Kingdom were indeed men, not Women. They came up with rules, regulations, laws and courts, a hierarchy for both Mistresses and slaves and annual parties to celebrate the superiority of Women. To them Female Supremacy was more than every Mistress for Herself in a private SM-room. And unlike so many contemporary Femdom websites, the OWK was not a porn-site. Bless them! Was it perfect? Of course not, it takes the ingenuity of Women to reach perfection. Truths, half-truths and fantasy intertwined within the OWK. The area itself was very real for example, but it was completely abandoned most of the time; the Ladies were real, but for some of them being a Madame was merely a way to make a living.
It’s easy to come up with several reasons why Mistresses won’t unite, why global rules can’t work, why a centralised slave registration system isn’t doable and why Female Supremacy can only exist on an one-to-one basis. The founding fathers of the OWK had the guts to challenge all that. They tried to show us that we haven’t even scratched the surface of Female Supremacy yet and that its full and rich potential is waiting to be unlocked. I for one give them credit for trying. At least they did that.