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.