“You made a mistake.” Madame M. said. Mr. White turned red. He was in his fifties and lived with Figaro, his Balinese cat. He liked to read (Mr. White, not the cat) and play the tuba. He was a decent man and a fine accountant doing the books for a number of local businesses. Madame M. was one of his loyal customers. He nodded and whispered: “I can’t believe it myself Madame, this is my first mistake in sixteen yea-” She raised a finger: “I don’t do mistakes, Mr. White.” He bowed his head in shame: “You’re right, of course you a-” There was the finger again: “Mistakes will be punished. Mr. White. Drop your pants and lean against the wall.” He got up from his chair, white as his surname: “Madame, that’s enough, I-” Her voice slapped his face: “NOW!” Women scared him, they were unpredictable and intimidating. He dropped his pants and coward against the wall. Madame M. rolled up Her sleeves and picked up a cane from behind Her desk. “Make no mistake Mr. White, this is going to hurt.”
According to some authors Female Domination is a loving relationship between a submissive man and a dominant Wife. To others it’s not necessarily a loving relationship, nor is it – they say – restricted to the ancient old concept of an one-on-one partnership. A third group disagrees altogether and claims that Female Domination is a male fantasy to which Women are happy to oblige – for a certain price. Discipline & Punishment are equally confusing: some say these are essential building blocks of Female Domination, others dismiss it as pure nonsense. I could write a similar paragraph on Supremacy, Superiority, Authority and Matriarchy. So we think we speak the same language, but we don’t. Does it matter, you say? Yes, I honestly think it does. If we truly believe that Women should be in charge and if we seriously want to discuss the future of Female Domination (whatever it means), then at least let us get the vocabulary right. We should be on the same page by now, but we’re not even in the same book yet.
Kissing Her feet is such a powerful symbol of submission, isn’t it. And you don’t have to be a Mistress, slave or even a foot fetishist to enjoy it. I know, because I’d been friends with Monique for many years. Still, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I told Her about my submission feelings. Much to my surprise She was genuinely interested, so one day I told Her about the power of da feet. And it was She who suggested that I should kiss Her feet whenever I came or left. It was a bit weird at first, because She wasn’t a Domme or anything. But it was over and done with in seconds and then everything went back to normal again. She never teased me with it, never became bossy. And yet it changed everything, because that simple gesture made me so aware of who I really was and what being submissive meant to me. Amazing really, that something so insignificant can have such an impact. God knows, it may well be the perfect remedy to save a marriage or a broken down relationship 🙂