Female-Led Domestic Discipline

Feelings of sexual inadequacy haunted his adolescence. His penis stopped growing when he was twelve. Six years later Ed accepted the shaming truth. He would forever be small. Often he wondered if he were really a ‘man.’

Ed knew his tongue would be his primary sex organ. He bought books on cunnilingus and strove to master every nuance of clitoral stimulation.

Ed dated. Only one woman outright laughed at him. Her giggles often tormented his dreams.

Women enjoyed what Ed could do with this tongue. A few even went on a second date. None wanted him as a boyfriend. Most brushed him off politely. An honest woman told him that she would be ashamed to be seen in his company.

Then he met Joanne.

Joanne did not like penetrative sex. Only cunnilingus. She enjoyed Ed’s skill. Years of secret shame made Ed diffident and docile. Joanne liked that as well.

She was always in charge.

Ed did as Joanne said. When she began assigning him chores, he thought nothing of it. Gratitude made him anxious to please her.

Ed was naturally obedient. He was happiest when someone organized his time.

A naturally authoritative and dominant woman, Joanne was pleased with Ed. She took his cooperation, his obedience for granted.

Ed became more submissive. Joanne responded by taking more control.

One day Ed dropped a platter. It shattered. It was an heirloom of sorts, having belonged to Joanne’s deceased mother.

She was furious.

Ed trembled. Anger always froze him. He had never seen Joanne like this.

She called Ed over. After unbuttoning his jeans, she ordered him over her lap. She grabbed a heavy magazine and curled it tightly. Using the magazine, she began to spank Ed.

His first spanking was a long one. Ed cried and begged. Joanne paid no attention. She kept slamming his buttocks.

That proved the first of many spankings. She disciplines his errors and mistakes with a heavy wooden hairbrush.

When severely angry, a second punishment follows the spanking. Joanne makes him stand beside her with his pant down.

She reminds him of his tiny phallus. Tells him that he is less than a man. No sarcasm. She speaks as if she is reading from an encyclopedia of male sexual incompetence.

Small penis humiliation often brings a second burst of tears.

Do not feel sorry for Ed. Nothing can fulfill him like serving and pleasing Joanne.

Ed does not call her Mistress. Neither has ever heard even the word Femdom. They have no blogs, to curate a Tumblr.

Female-led domestic discipline relationships like these are the invisible F/m majority.

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Source: Femdomous