Female Domination is Emasculating?

I have been worrying a little recently about feminization.

This last weekend I bought my pet a pair of high heels and a pair of satin panties at Victoria’s Secret. These are for an amateur theatrical production we’re both in, but I do appreciate the embarrassment/kick he gets out of trying on traditionally feminine things at a store. Maybe a month ago I bought him some lipstick and eyeshadow and to my surprise enjoyed abusing him while he wore them (with blonde ponytails, his face just said “cheerleader”—I never ran with the popular crowd).

Until rather recently feminization/”forced” crossdressing were hard limits for me. I have become much more relaxed about it recently and was surprised several months ago when I actually really enjoyed picking out lacy thongs for him. The pet wears the pair he is told and often asks hopefully if I want him to wear stockings after the show. Frankly, I don’t care and I’m fairly certain at some point I’m going to have to sit him down and tell him so.

I think it’s cute that one of his favorite pairs of underwear is one that reminds him of a pair of mine I let him wear once. And I find it a little touching that he likes to have his balls cradled in a wisp of silk still warm with my body heat.

I want him to be able to walk in heels and apply makeup because it’s useful at the show. And it is handy being able to tell him which pair of underwear to put on in the morning because I know when he feels the lace against his skin he remembers whose skin it is.

But I really couldn’t care less whether he wears stockings or not and am completely indifferent to his wearing lipstick. I guess I like buying him the stuff, but afterwards don’t much care what he does with it. Very fortunately (for me) he is not interested in “sissification,” which is still a hard limit for me.

I think soon women’s accessories are going to be put on the “do not EVER make this a burden to me or we’re not doing it any more” list.

Richard, I’ve been pondering the questions you raised.

I’m in a nine year marriage that has only turned into a FemDom marriage in the last nine months or so. Overnight, I went from being the steoretypical husband (working long hours, somewhat emotionally unavailable, not lifting a finger to help with house chores, being a bit of an absent Dad with the kids) to being Her attentive, submissive, controlled pet/slave. Now Mistress is in control of everything in our lives and has me doing all the housework while she attends to other matters.

At the beginning, we talked about some “hard limits”. Crossdressing and sissification were not things that I was interested in at all.

Well, this last weekend was a typical weekend with my Mistress/Wife. She had me get up early and get her breakfast, which I am required to serve her in the nude. Then, with me kneeling on the floor, she tells me about the chores we are going to do. One of these chores was cleaning out her office closet.

When going through the boxes, Mistress spied a pair of cute black high heeled shoes.

“I’m probably going to donate those,” she said and had me set them aside.

A moment later, “Well, on second thought… Put them on. I want to see wht they look like on you,” she commanded playfully.

I dutifully slipped on the women’s shoes and stood, awkwardly, my feet apart, my calves bulging, and my cock completely rigid in front of me.

“Oh my,” Mistress purred, stroking my cock which was already producing precum, “You like this. What a slutty boy you are!”

I was embarassed, blushing and humiliated and my stomach was a jumble with the realization that Mistress could make me do anything for her, and that if she enjoyed it, I would have an uncontrollable urge to do it for her.

She had me walk around with the shoes, clinking against the hardwood floors, till she was convinced that I was not going to twist my ankle and hurt myself. I spent the rest of the afternoon vaccuuming, naked, except in her high heels, completely aroused and under her spell. Every once in a while, she would walk over and twist my nipple, stroke my cock, and tell me “you are such a good girl.”

Now, this experience was last weekend (a few days ago) and I have been thinking about what made it so erotically charged. I don’t feel any less a man than before, but I feel… more… vulnerable, exposed.

Since then, even when I wear clothes around my Mistress, I feel naked in her eyes. She has seen me in ways that no one else has and she has made me cross these “taboos”.

She’s now talking about dressing me in some nice silky women’s underwear and a matching bra, having me wear my “party shoes” (that’s what she calls them now) and putting my long hair in braids for my next vaccuming session. I know it turns her on and that turns me on so very much. I can’t believe that I am looking forward to being my Mistress’s little slavegirl.

At the same time, I’ve thought about this: What if I could put someone else in her place… say… a professional Dominatrix… Then all these feelings vanish in an instant and I feel nothing but abject shame (not in a good way). So, for me, these experiences and feelings can only exist in my loving relationship with my Mistress/wife.

So, I guess, what I’m getting at is that some FemDom activities are not so much about demasculinizing the man, so much as breaking down barriers, which can make the man more vulnerable and open (and dependant!) on the superior Woman. Some of these barriers and boundarise are around gender roles and expectations.

Best regards,

Mistress Laura’s boy.

That was wonderfully well put, thanks.

I don’t think any particular practice is necessarily emasculating. Depends on the mind of the people involved.

Lucky submissive men like yourself who have a loving wife live in a very different world than the lonely men who only have fantasies. Their neediness makes them come to feel they want only the harshest things. And I say that as a man who has been there.

Your point about overcoming boundaries is dead on and are onef the joys we lucky men get to have.

My best to you and Mistress Laura. May your love and play never end.

a couple married 30 yrs.,on the computer one night. they stumble on a site. she makes a commit,he ask a question. fours later,after much talk ,and research . over a coup of tea she tells him she wants a24/7 relationship with her,not him. he will have to go away sooner or later “he will have to leave sooner or later” she implied. it is a life style change,it’ not a femdom marriage it is a femdom relation ship .

I discovered during our first 2 years of marriage in the bedroom that my husband liked for me to take charge. At first I pushed my domination into more and more demanding sexual ways. Then I extended it into doing house chores. during this phase I introduced him to mild punishment for not doing a good job. Slowly my punishments became more harsh and his household duties more expanded. When he was layed off from his job I explained to him that he did not need to work I wanted him home full time as my MW male wife. He disagreed with me, but I was firm and he gave in to me. I prepared a list of his duties and rules for him. I do not tolerate any deviation from them. I do impose some femization on him,but overly done. As a result I am very successful in my career and he as become a very loving MW. I have his repect & he has mine. We have not had an argument during this time.