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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 02:28:15 -0000

Hello,

Darryl (nuked_potatoes) wrote:

>There is no such thing

Nuked, if you took a shovel and a bottle of whisky with you into
the garden. If you then started digging, taking a sip every once
in a while. If you climbed into the hole and kept digging and
sipping until the bottle was empty.

The result is that you would be drunk and tired at the bottom of
the hole with an empty bottle.

Would you conclude that because you had found no gold, silver,
or other precious metal during your dig, that precious metals
don't exist?

Would you then fall asleep, and when you woke up, realise that
all those precious metals do exist, because you've seen or heard
tell of them?

Then would you realise you must have been looking in the wrong
place and that going prospecting with a shovel and a bottle of
whisky in your back garden was not the best plan?

sincerely,
David

Download "Games People Play" by David at
http://www.u4ds.com/manuals

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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
Date: 24 Feb 2009 04:13:31 -0000
From: Princess

Nuked....

I am sorry for you. Sorry that you have not found what you are
looking for.

But I have to tell you..... I am a female dominant. I have
dominated men and women. So if I exist, then other female
dominants exist. It's as plain as your nose on your face.

Princess
Female Dominant in California

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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
Date: 24 Feb 2009 04:54:30 -0000
From: jbj

Darryl (nuked_potatoes) wrote:

>no woman came into life like this, even if she wants to be she
>cannot. Even if you want her to be she cannot. You can have her
>fuck You up the ass and she may like it but it is not what she
>needs or wants. -snip- it will never be her passion

I have not met every woman or joined every group but in a
lifetime of such limited experience I agree with Darryl. I have
loved a number of women who because of their love for me tried
to be what I needed. It never worked. I don't blame or find any
fault with them, the need being my problem.

I believe the situation is totally a male creation. I don't
believe a woman exists who from the age of 3 was obsessed with
thoughts of totally dominating a male, disciplining him, making
him dress and act as her maid, and servicing her male lovers,
plus many other things too numerous to mention.

I could go on and on as could any other male submissive but
there is no point. Women just don't naturally think that way and
they shouldn't, and neither should men.

And to me the interesting question is why? Why isn't there one
bolt to fit a million nuts? Why does it seem that women don't
naturally obsess in an opposite manner from us? Where is their
need to dominate to match our need to submit?

I am old, and I always thought it would go away, but the
feelings I did not understand at three years old are just at
strong today. I now realize they are me and will never go away.
Everything I know or read indicates women do not have the same
feelings. It is all male generated.

And I am not saying that domineering women do not exist. I hope
you understand that is an entirely different creature. That is
the way I feel but after Darryl opened this up I would love to
see you flooded with letters from women who say I am wrong.

What bothers me most are submissive men who bitch and complain
about women because they can't find a mistress. Those men should
look in the mirror and take Pogo's advice,"We have met the enemy
and he is US."

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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
Date: 24 Feb 2009 19:52:14 -0000
From: MissE

I wholeheartedly agree with David on the subject.

No I did not dream of sissyfication from an early age. I did
always feel a sense of "I want one" when I saw a cross-dresser.
I felt the need to tease and humiliate men.

I noticed, before I found kink, that most men found me to be too
dominant both in and out of bed.

Once I found kink, I met submissive men and felt at ease
finally, at least a lot more. I could give up trying not to be
dominant, I accepted that as what I was. One of the features I
did find a lot were the do-me sub that wanted me to be the
dominant of their dreams, without even considering becoming the
submissive of my dreams. Thus, IMO, still trying to rule the
relationship, whilst being served their fantasies. At the same
time they then do not feel dominated (duh!) and blame the
dominant for that.

Topping from the bottom like that has resulted more than once in
me not getting past the point of a nice chat with such men. Not
all submissives are like that, but I have met one too many like
it to discard it as a one-off.

I did find myself a true submissive man and I am not saying I
will not indulge my boy in his fantasies. I will and I do listen
to what he wants and likes and give it to him as a reward for
good behaviour. His aim is to make me happy and so what I like,
to please me.

Fortunately we are extremely kink compatible so there is no real
issue. He is lucky that he gets what he likes because I happen
to like the same thing. That is except for flogging which I like
to do on occasion and he is not a fan of. Too bad for him, I
still flog him when I want to.

So men whom cannot find a dominant should consider their own
actions in the process. Stop telling the woman in your life what
you want and start listening to what she wants.

MissE

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C: fantasy is fun
Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2009 22:25:01 -0800 (PST)
From: nuked potatoes

Mmmm but reality is different, especially for men :-)

The real thing is love. What i have always heard at this site is
communication with Your lover.

nuked potatoes

http://www.geocities.com/nuked_potatoes/index.html

"Be Yourself; Everyone else is taken." - Oscar Wilde

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C: Devotional Sex
Date: 4 Mar 2009 02:22:14 -0000
From: MichaelK

I'm a long-term reader of DOMestic, but this might be my first
post.

I have certainly learned much from reading this digest, and
before telling you my story, I wish to thank our hosts and all
those who have posted over the years.

My personal journey started with playing some Mistress / slave
games with a partner. Each time we started a game we both very
much enjoyed it.

We used to practice ejaculation denial, and I very much enjoyed
my energy increasing over the days.

But my partner did not want to be dominant all of the time, and
often after a few days my energy would be too much for her and
she wanted to go back to normal. Sometime our game would end in
tears.

What changed everything for us was when I read the book "The
Multi-Orgasmic Man", and then learned this technique.

Learning to orgasm without ejaculation, and to calm my erotic
energy, was the break through that made a huge difference.

Our mild FemDom games then became full-time. For the last two or
three years of this relationship I was always her Knight, and
she was always my Princess.

After this relationship ended I realized that adding the Taoist
multi-orgasmic man technique (plus a taste of Tantra) to FemDom
had created something that was not written about elsewhere.

I decided it needed a name, and I called it Devotional Sex.

Perhaps the biggest practical difference between Devotional Sex
and standard FemDom is that with Devotional Sex the woman does
not need to be dominant.

In my dating after my long-term relationship I told all my dates
about Devotional Sex. I was amazed by the results. Many dates
liked the idea, and all my first intimacy with a new date over
the last few years has used Devotional Sex.

I am in the process of writing a website about Devotional Sex.
As my site is free and contains no advertising, I hope our hosts
think it is ok to tell you that the site is:
http://devotionalsex.com

I have gained so much from reading what others have written over
the years that this site is my way of giving something back.

It is such a huge task to write everything that much of my site
is not yet written. But I trust those who look at it will
appreciate the opportunity to read what has been written so far.

I am currently dating Princess Ada, and you might be interested
in reading the real-life story of our very first date at:
http://devotionalsex.com/15real_ada_1intro.html

At the moment I am writing a detailed Blog about our Devotional
Sex life.

The first entry of this Blog is at:
http://devotionalsex.com/15blog_ada1.html

and the most recent entries are at:
http://devotionalsex.com/15blog_ada.html

Most of the stories in DOMestic have been fantasy. I hope some
of you enjoy reading a detailed blow-by-blow account of the joys
of my reality.

What has worked for me might also work for you:

Men who want to live FemDom but have a partner who does not want
to be their full-time Mistress may find that their partner is
happy to become their Princess.

And men who want to enjoy FemDom in their dating might, like me,
find success in dating "normal" women and telling them about
Devotional Sex.

And I hope some women learn about Devotional Sex and decide that
this is right for them.

Of course I am not suggesting that Devotional Sex is the best
way for everyone to enjoy FemDom. But it has worked so well for
me I am sure that it will also work well for some others.

Best wishes to all,
MichaelK

Devotional Sex

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C: Miss Whiplash lucky to be alive
From: "DOMestic"
Date: Sun, 01 Mar 2009 12:02:49 -0000

The 57-year-old Lindi St Clair, prominent in the UK media as
Miss Whiplash in the 1980s is in a "poorly but stable" condition
after being trapped upside down overnight in her car in a brook
near Risbury village in Herefordshire. She is being treated at
Birmingham's Selly Oak Hospital.

Ms St Clair drove off a road Thursday afternoon and plunged 15ft
(4.5m) down an embankment. She was spotted by a passer by in an
upturned Jeep Wrangler in the water about 22 hours later on
Friday and rescued.

She was conscious and was flown to hospital, but had hypothermia
and multiple injuries. Police said the road was very remote. It
took about two hours for Hereford and Worcester Fire and Rescue
Service to cut her out of the car. A spokesman said the car
ended up on its roof in a stream in the Leominster area and Ms
St Clair was lucky to be alive.

Ms St Clair claimed a number of MPs and other senior public
figures were among her clients in the 1980s. She stood for
Parliament for The Corrective Party in nine by-elections. The
party campaigned for the liberalisation of British laws on
prostitution and the sex trade. Her bankruptcy, in 1992,
disqualified her from standing again.

In the 1990s, she left her successful dungeon in Charlton
(Eastcombe Avenue), London, which sported pictures of famous
people and cabinet ministers on the wall, and moved to a farm in
rural Risbury, Herefordshire, where she lives, raising ducks,
geese, chickens and rabbits.

Links display here to:-

"Miss Lindi St. Clair - My Biography".

"May 2005 Interview with Miss Whiplash"

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Re: P: dominant wife seeking couples with similar interests
Date: 6 Mar 2009 14:01:25 -0000
From: Lady Marion, and My sissi

Ms. Kitty wrote:

>Recently, we became interested in developing friendships with
>other couples (man and women) who believe the wife is in charge
>and the disciplinarian. We are seeking a couple like ourselves.

Hiya Ms.Kitty,

I'm Lady Marion, i absolutely love to Domme My sissy boyfriend.
We are both married to other partners, But they know and allow
us our relationship 'cause they are not into the scene.

When we meet at a friends Safe apartment I dress 'sissi' up in
the Underwear that I've worn all day, tie 'her' up (TIGHTLY)
verbally humiliate 'her', and then, My Favourite, Beat 'her'
Panty clad sissy bott'.

'she' then has to perform any sexual pleasures i desire, Then is
Forced to make love to me until i tell 'her' to cum.

We've been together like this for ten years now, Both very
content with the situation. We do many more (loving and nasty
things) but will write more if you find that you are interested
in us.

We both love to know what you get up to in greater detail. We
are 100% discrete, honest and genuinely friendly. we belong to a
couple of BDSM clubs in Our area, Nottingham, England.

Please Both, keep Safe and Well.

Best Wishes,
Marion, and sissi

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P: crossdresser into BD and forced fem
Date: 27 Feb 2009 05:29:17 -0000
From: Lance (Sheila)

Hi,

I'm Lance, 38, CD, Sheila when dressed. I am divorced, but
seeking a Lady for dating, going out to dinner, movies, beaches,
travel, clubbing, just plain fun and enjoying each others
company. Whatever develops beyond that happens.

I am a sub, and get pleasure in pampering a Lady, treating HER
special and exist for her pleasure and comfort. I am weak as a
male, and too weak to become the woman that I am inside without
help and guidance.

I enjoy B and D, role/p, forced fem, maid service, many other
fetishes, no blood, no scat, most anything consensual. If you
think I might please you in some small way, lets have dinner at
your favorite restaurant.

Prefer 28-55 femdom, or TV.

Respectfully Yours,
sheila

The above ad was posted without a location from an IP address
in Dayton, Ohio. See posting guidelines at:-
http://u4ds.com/guidelines_for_posting_and_per.shtml

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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Ten
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:48:56 +0000

First chapter is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Ten

So I spent half a day at the beauty parlor. I went in my male
clothing, which turned out to be a mistake. Just walking into
one of those places is guaranteed to get a man instantly
noticed. Then when the operators started working on me, every
eye in the place was on me.

The night of the party my wife insisted I had developed enough
flab around my waist that the waist cincher was necessary. After
she laced me painfully into it, I got dressed in my black bra,
black panties, black hose, and 4 inch' black patent heels. She
also insisted the dress didn't look right without petticoats.
When I complained, she threatened to make me wear the super
short dress, so I shut up.

The party was every bit as humiliating as I expected. I
frequently had to raise my skirt to show off my panties. Many of
the women, whom I had known for years, and were always
respectful and well-behaved, reached up under my skirt and
fondled me. I suspected my wife had suggested it.

During the course of the evening, my wife handed out many
ManTran cards to interested women. I learned later that she
would get a $100 commission for every successful referral.
Somehow those checks went for clothes for her, not to reduce the
balance I had to pay ManTran.

The party was such a success that it was repeated every other
month or so. I continued to agree, faced with the threat of
exposure to my co-workers. I learned it was better to go to the
beauty parlor in feminine clothes. The staff, of course, knew I
was a man, but I was able to fool some of the customers.

Then It happened. I opened the door at one of the parties,
curtsied, and was appalled to see my female co-workers.

"You lied to me. You said you wouldn't tell them."

"Actually, I didn't. One of my friends must have told them about
the web site, and shared the password. They called wanting to
see you dressed. I didn't see any harm in it."

I immediately kicked off the heels, and went into the bedroom. I
tore off the dress, petticoats, bra, waist cincher and hose, and
left them in a pile on the floor. I dressed in male clothing,
except I left the panties on since I didn't have any male
underwear. I tore off the hair piece, and washed off the makeup.
I stormed out through the living room full of suddenly quiet
women, and left, slamming the door as I did. I went to a bar,
where I got very drunk.

When I got home about 2 AM, my wife was already asleep. I kicked
off my shoes and collapsed on the bed with my clothes on. I
expected all hell to break loose the next morning, but she
didn't say a word. I undressed and showered. I remembered I
didn't have any male underwear, so I reluctantly put on a clean
pair of panties and finished dressing.

I left, drove to a nearby department store, and bought some male
underwear. After paying for it, I slipped into a men's room
stall and replaced the panties with my purchase. The panties
went into the waste basket.

When I got home, my wife still wasn't talking.

"This nonsense has to stop."

"Yes, dear," she replied, as she served me breakfast.

"There are going to be some changes made around here."

"Whatever you say, dear."

Feeling good about how well that went, but still somewhat hung
over, I took the morning paper to the bedroom and lay down on
the bed to read it. I soon fell asleep.

I was suddenly awakened by a sharp pain in my crotch. I looked
down and saw that the dreaded ball ring had been installed
during my nap. I was also naked.

"Get on your feet," punctuated by another jolt. I struggled to
my feet, feeling like crap. This was worse than any hangover,
and a nap usually helped me to recover. Did she drug my
breakfast?

"Since you can't seem to behave without it. I decided you will
wear the device for a while. Get up and get dressed."

I looked for my male clothing but it was nowhere in sight. She
pointed at the pile of clothes I had dropped on the floor last
night. "Hang up the dress and petticoats and put everything else
on."

I put on the bra, and waist cincher, and sat on the edge of the
bed to pull the hose on and fasten them to the garters. She
replaced the 4 inch heels with the 5 inch pair.

"Since you don't seem to like those shoes, you can try these."

She then tightened the waist cincher tighter than it had ever
been, got the super short maid's dress out of the closet, and
told me to put it on.

"Where are your panties?"

"I threw them in the trash in the department store men's room."

"Let's go get them, and you better hope they're still there."

She drove us to the store and followed me into the men's room.
Some guy was standing at the row of sinks washing his hands. He
looked up to see this 6' 5" tall creature dressed in a short
maid's dress, hose and heels, but with definitely male features,
and not much hair. He then saw my wife walk in. He rushed out in
panic without drying his hands. My wife held the door open for
him and smiled.

I frantically dug in the waist basket, and fortunately, found
the panties under a pile of wet paper towels. My wife took them,
said "Let's go. We need to get your hair done," and led me out
of the store.

She drove to the beauty parlor where we were expected. She
greeted the operators with, "We had a little rebellion last
night, and need to repair the damage."

Being Sunday morning, the place was empty. I was permitted to
stay dressed this time, but the short dress with no panties
presented a modesty problem. That amused the operators. The
manicurist painted my fingernails bright red while the hair
dresser restored my hair piece. Then my makeup was re-done.

"Those eyebrows have gotten unruly. Shall I trim then?"

"They certainly need it. I have been settling for just a trim
around the edges, so he wouldn't look too bad dressed as a man,
but I think his recent actions call for something more drastic.
I have avoided it until now, but I want them plucked."

I opened my mouth to object, and got zapped before I could say a
word. I wound up with just very thin high arches where my brows
used to be.

"We now have the ability to do permanent makeup. We tattoo the
brow ridges, and also tattoo eye liner and lip liner. It's
definitely permanent. You should consider it for him."

"I'll keep that in mind, but we're kind of rushed today. Pay the
lady, and include a generous tip, since you screwed up their
Sunday."

I obeyed.

I noticed a ManTran business card on the bulletin board on our
way out.

I didn't understand the rush until we got home and she
explained. "Since you made such a fool of yourself last night, I
decided you need an opportunity to apologize to all the women
who were here. So, they're all coming over this afternoon. You
will greet each of them at the door, curtsy, and drop to your
knees and apologize while kissing their shoes. Understand?"

"Yes", which got me zapped.

"Have you forgotten the appropriate response already?"

"No, Mistress, I mean. 'Yes, Mistress'"

So, I spent the afternoon shoe kissing and apologizing to all
the women I work with, while dressed in an unbelievably short
maid's dress. I also served drinks, and there seemed to be a
conspiracy to get me to bend over and expose my self even more.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, my wife handed me
a little blue pill and told me to take it. I said, "No", got a
jolt, argued some more, got another harder jolt, and wound up on
my knees, taking the pill. The result was predictable, my short
skirt became a tent. This, of course attracted lots of
attention.

"Is it real?"

"Let me touch it."

"I've worked with you for years, and didn't know you had such
talent."

There also were numerous attempts to solve my problem, including
the usual slaps, and application of heels to appropriate places.
One sweet, little, respectable co-worker, who had never appeared
to be at all aggressive, even immersed it in a glass full of ice
and water. It was painful, but fruitless. Nothing worked.

My wife handed out a pile of ManTran cards. An older woman who I
didn't know asked numerous questions about my stay at ManTran.
After 20 minutes of interrogation, she told me who she was, the
wife of the president of my company.

"And if you even hint to him about this, I'll see that you get
fired, and your wife will probably castrate you."

All I could do was think, "The poor man. He doesn't know what
he's in for." But, I believed her and refrained from warning
him.

When they all finally left, I was directed to get the mattress
out of the guest room and put it on the floor at the foot of our
bed. I was to resume the sleeping arrangements used at the
academy, complete with arm binder.

"Take off your dress and heels. Everything else stays on under
your nighty."

I reluctantly obeyed.

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