Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Me to my boy: I ain’t no weatherman but... *rubs chin and smolders* ahaha.... *bites lip* you’re getting 6 inches tonight *slaps his ass*

My boy: wtf

Again I would like to thank everyone for their wonderful comments and it amazes me that you enjoy this old lady's kinky thoughts. I truly love thinking up new ideas and trying them out. If it inspires others and helps them to make their own female-led relationships more exciting, even better.

Many of you expressed your wish for me to post our rules and now that I have, I feel the need to explain a few things.

Most dommes don't like having too many rules as they like to keep it simple but I'm a little different and have an extensive set of rules. Why do I create so many rules?

Femdom is my hobby, my passion and I like to think and fantasize about it often. By reading and spending so much time thinking about the subject, I have learned what my preferences are about a lot of things.

A wife-led marriage means that I get what I want, so my preferences are of the highest importance. Turning them into rules ensures that I consistantly get what I want from our relationship.

By learning his rules, he is memorizing my preferences. Consider it an encyclopedic knowledge of my wants, needs, and desires.

When we decided that our female led relationship should be 24/7 and permanent, certain rules were instituted to ensure my absolute control. All of these rules have been thoroughly discussed and agreed to before implementation, taking into consideration both of our wants, needs, and fetishes. By signing off on each one, he promised me to obey them at all times. By signing off on them myself, I have promised to strictly enforce them and punish consistantly if they are broken.

Over time, some things have been added, while others have been dropped, based on our needs and learning what is practical. It is a dynamic list, subject to change without notice, and completely on my whim. Some rules and rituals may be put away for a while, and brought back at a later date just to keep things fresh.

We take these rules very seriously, otherwise the relationship would seem fake and hollow to us. We both want my control to be real and absolute. Some rules control him physically, while others control him mentally.

These rules dictate my behaviour also, as it is my duty to ensure a proper level of strictness in my handling of him and to maintain the level of inequality our relationship requires. This all sounds so cold and clinical, but I assure you, lots of love and affection are given at all times, and I never punish while angry.

Some are 'zero tolerance' rules. These require the harshest punishments and are the most strictly enforced, and I expect them to never be broken, even once. In the beginning, he 'accidentally' broke a few. I think he was testing to see if I would consistantly follow through and be as strict as I promised. I was, and his backside paid the price.

He learned to respect how highly effective my cane is in correcting his behaviour and knows that I have no problem using it. In fact I enjoy it immensely, as I have written elsewhere.

While at the time it was a rather nasty lesson for him, he loves reliving the experience over and over in his mind since it gives him a deeper feeling of submission knowing it can happen again at any time. He is such a good boy, and avoids breaking the zero tolerance rules now. The weekly maintenance spankings with the paddle handles the little things.

He loves feeling submissive to me, and through trial and error, I have determined that subjecting him to moderate humiliation on a regular basis (in a very loving way) has a positive effect in making him feel more obedient and submissive. Some of our rules are specifically for this purpose, like making him drink from baby bottles, licking my shoes instead of kissing me, or eating from a dog dish on the floor.

They are only enforced at home though, as I would never humiliate him in front of others. Nobody else knows that our marriage is wife-led, and we intend to keep it that way, an intimate secret that we share between us.

Thank you @anothersubbie

You’re such a good pet

The only thing better than looking into a cage is looking out from one

- Collar

As Pete and Cecilia walked in, she was immediately greeted with, “Cece! Always lovely to see you,” by the girl at the front desk. Obviously, they knew each other, and chatted away for a few minutes as Pete stood by, slightly awkwardly. Mostly due to the fact he was trying not to stare at either ladies’ considerable chest.

She escorted the two to a table.

Cece smiled, knowing that she gave him a real eyeful as she sat down. Her “dress” could easily be mistaken as some type of nightie, the type that women would only break out if they were really wanting to treat their man.

“See something you like…” the waitress asked, knowingly as she handed them their menus. She knew what Cece was having, she’d been there many times before. And of course, she also know what Pete would be getting; a certain little something added to his drink.

The restaurant, Bonnie's, catered to a certain clientele. Ladies who had a sadistic streak in them. Some enjoyed it as a first date, to show who'd be wearing the pants in the relationships, and who'd wet them. Others, preferred it as a last date situation, to humiliate a guy who had wronged them before dumping them.

And then there were those who were just there to watch. There were several "ladies only" booths positioned to give a good view of the tables where couples would be sat, so they could enjoy the show.

As Peter's drink was sat down in front of him, Cece winked at the waitress, who nodded back in recognition.

He didn’t say anything while they ate, but quickly became aware of a need to pee. Which made no sense as he'd hardly had anything to drink.

The waitress could tell he was getting squirmy as she came over to show the dessert menu. She knew Cece preferred an audience, and she was all for pleasing the customer.

“Care for a dessert, another beer perhaps...?” she asked, coyly.

Cece giggle a little. "he's barely touched the first one. I hope you're not just trying to be a cheap date. I'm all for women's empowerment but, I do like it when a guy splashes out for me..."

The waitress sniggered at that, before offering an alternative. "Maybe just can't handle his drink? I at least appreciate a man who tries to control himself. Some of our patrons end up causing themselves a lot of embarrassment."

"Mmm hmm..." Cece agreed, "there was that poor young man last time I was here. Must have had a few too many and... well... pssssss... he he he he...." She giggled childishly as she mimed a man wetting his pants.

The waitress nodded in agreement. Of course, they both neglected to mention that he had been there with Cece.

"We had a couple more recently," she added, "we had to close off the men's room after some vandalism. I'm pretty sure it was one of those crazy W.A.R.M. activists."

Cece laughed quite openly at Pete’s shocked reaction. "Oh! I take it you've heard of them? Well... I'm not a member myself but, I do think they're doing some great work!"

The waitress shrugged, "I don't know about that, but I'll grant you it was an interesting shift that night!"

He was starting to cotton on to the fact something was off about this place. As he looked around panicked, he noticed how many women were all staring intently in his direction. As he felt their gaze, his need to pee ramped up exponentially.

This was now an emergency. He had to...

Too late.

He gasped in shock as he felt his last ounce of self control slip away. It didn't even start with a trickle, his pee was steaming full force into his pants.

Cece was cracking up, as was the waitress. Even from the other side of the table, it was obvious she knew what was happening.

A chorus of giggles and the glare of a phone's camera light meant it was obvious to everyone else.

Cece tried to regain her composure. “Ahem… Um… I think we’ll skip dessert actually.” She grinned wickedly, as Pete cringed at the thought of having to stand up shortly. “I think Petey here would like to go home and change...”

“Of course… I'll just get you the bill…” she paused and looked down at Pete, "and a mop."

"Oh, thank you," Cece gushed before turning to Pete, "you know, the service is the reason I keep coming back to Bonnie's."

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