r/gentlefemdom

I am a switch. I know I'm a switch. The submissive side is strong though. When we were dating, I expressed this to her many times. We were in an LDR at the time and we would video call almost every night. Many times we would end the call masturbating together, and I would have a toy inside me. She would always tell me how hot it was.

I was straight with her when I said I wanted to be pegged. No question, this is something I *almost* needed. Yes, the desire is that strong. That was almost 11 years ago.

I'm the intervening time, I've brought this up several times. I bought her a strap on. I sent her a video of a wife pegging her husband. Gentle, nothing crazy. It started with him having a toy in, her teasing him with it, the giving him oral, but no orgasm. Then she pegged him to orgasm. It took her a week to even watch it. When she finally did, it seemed like she was aroused by it, but admitted it was intimidating.

I suggested maybe we just try a toy to start out with. She agreed, I got one with a remote she can control. I showed it to her, got a seemingly unenthusiastic "Oh wow", and that was it.

I made the offer to give her a massage, foot rub, anything. Especially after I found places like this. She travels for work, and I offered to maybe put on a show for her over FaceTime, she seemed into it, then nothing.

Maybe tomorrow.

I love my wife, but at the same time just feel dismissed. I feel like she doesn't look at me the same, or worse has lost all attraction to me. My submissive side is screaming. I feel broken. I feel confused. I feel like I should just give up, use toys and whatnot in private to scratch the itch, and accept that she just isn't interested.

One thing I have tried to emphasis is I need touch. Not want. Not it would be nice. Need. Fingers in my hair, a hug, rubbing my shoulder, a snuggle at night. SOMETHING. Every time she walks by, I look at her, knowing that she knows I need this, and she just looks at me and says "What?"

I wonder sometimes if she is just being deliberately cruel. We have talked about this many many times. Yet she still doesn't get that I am trying to plead with her to just reach out first.

I'm sorry, I feel stupid for posting this, but I needed to vent somewhere. Everytime I think about this, my brain gets jumbled, I feel like I can't form coherent thoughts, and I'm just speaking gibberish. It's the same feeling I get when I try to tell her what I'm craving. She understands, but won't take the slightest step toward me.

Thank you for reading. It feels a little better to get this off my chest.

Edit: I'm not sure what I'm looking for here. Validation? Advice? Someone to say it's okay and I'm not pathetic?

I (26M/GF) have known that I have always had a thing for gentle Femdom where she talks me through it gently and just have fun squeezing me out. Recently I’ve been unable to hold myself back with this side of me any longer and started exploring various kink websites that I’ve seen on this subreddit like fetlife and attended in person Munches but to no avail. I have been approached by a lot of potential play partners during these social events but they are all submissive and some switches but not into gentle Femdom. I don’t even know how I’m attracting submissive people when I myself am also a sub leaning (I have a lean athletic body type so it’s not like I’m giving off dominant vibes?) any further advice for my next steps please? do I just give it more time?

Sorry about my mobile formatting. Thank you for your time

Just a theoretical thought I had just thought of, to give an example, making your sub play as a healer to help you stay alive, telling him “good boy” for helping your team win, or even maybe a little verbal humiliation if he’s not doing well in front of your team? Has anyone engaged in a situation like this?

My default personality in public is pretty serious. I've got an rbf, I dress punk, am muscular and am 5'8". I'd love to be approached by submissive men that knew what they want-- instead I am almost always dealing with guys that come up to me with some sort of bravado. Like they're trying to get a reaction through teasing?? I'd say many times it's all in good fun. But they don't know what to do when I actually turn my full attention on them. It's like deer in headlights.

I feel like I can see through them-- they're curious but they don't know how to say what they want. Does anyone else experience this?? Seems like some guys don't want to acknowledge how submissive they are, and they'd rather goad us into interacting with them.

hello lovelies. i'm new here.

i was scrolling through comments the other night of subby men talking about when they first just knew. how they've always been wired this way. and i'll admit i was a bit overcome, because i saw myself so clearly in these stories, reflected back at me through the eyes of the sub. the bossy girl on the playground who adopted the shy boy as hers.

i haven't met many like me. so, at the risk of sounding corny af, hearing these stories felt a bit like finding a home i didn't know existed.

i write to process (autistic girlie things amirite) and inspired by your stories, i wrote about my first mousey: a childhood friend who might feel familiar for some of you.

my dominance was always there. rooted deep in the core of who i am. before sexuality, before language, & before anyone named it.

i'd love to hear more about your moments like this too.

so, this is a sort of dedication to all the beautiful submissive men out there:

for the boys who were called too much or too soft. whose strengths were treated as weakness. for the ones who carried this silently, thinking they'd never find someone who speaks the same language. i see you. i'm here. i remember what it felt like to be looking for you too.

and to any fellow dommes who see themselves here too. yeah, it's a quiet, specific kind of loneliness growing up this way as a girl. you get it. & i see you too.

thank you & enjoy. xx.

The Cat and Her Mouse

I have been called bossy my whole life when I am just doing what comes naturally. I see a problem, and my body moves to solve it. I don't hesitate, and I don't wait. I take control and I get things done. I am confident. I question the adults and their rules that don't make sense. I don't know any other way to be. Some adults call me obnoxious and precocious. I don't doubt myself much. I am the kid who volunteers incessantly. Me! Me! Me! I want to read out loud in class. I'm probably annoying about it. I'm unaware, or I don't care. Either way, I'm in my own little world and I am ruler here.

But I am lonely and I need a friend. Some of the girls don't like me. They seem to form groups against me. I can't figure out why. I correct the things they do wrong and sometimes I tell the teacher. My report card says I need to work better in groups, and my teacher reminds me that others can have good ideas too. I'm not convinced about that. So far my ideas have been the best. A girl tells me to go away, she doesn't want to be friends with a bossyboots. I feel hurt, but I also think I don't want to be friends with someone who uses baby words like bossyboots. I say grown-up words like butthole and bitch.

On the playground, I see a boy. He sits alone and seems engrossed in his own world. Maybe one like mine. Expansive and imaginative. I like his face. He is quiet and shy but his eyes are warm and he smiles at me when I wave at him. I don't think he uses baby words. I like him. I think he'll be mine.

I have been leading boys by their collars since I was in kindergarten. Well before it became anything sexual. We are hardwired and I am drawn to my counterparts. I am a hungry cat, patrolling the playground. But I am no killer. I am prowler and protector. Hunting not for food, but for you, little mouse. This pre-destined connection, more innate than learned.

These boys are mice, and I am their cat. My mouse boy is different than the rest. He doesn't irritate me or try to take me down a notch. My mouse really likes me. He isn't just tolerating me or falling victim to the tyrannical rule of a supreme bossyboots. He is here of his own free will, with ardor and zeal. Cute little mouse. He is grinning at me when I tell him what he needs to do. I tell him he should be Batman because I am already Catwoman. He likes his cape and the way Batman has become sidekick. School can make him feel uncertain and anxious. He tries not to cry when he is dropped off for the day. I grab his hand, pull him away and say, "Come, little mouse, let's play." He says his tummy ache has gone away.

I tell him to kneel and he does so readily. I am the Queen, my stick is my sword and its tap on his shoulder turns him into a knight. Sir ButtsALot, now you rise. I am theatrical and you think I'm fun. I like it when you laugh at me. My brain moves fast, but so does yours. You don't interrupt and you like the way I talk, fast and in varied accents. We spend entire afternoons talking only in The Simpsons quotes. When I zip from idea to idea, you keep up with me. You don't mind that we move onto the next before finishing the last. You aren't scared to climb all the way to the top of the monkey bars with me, where we dangle and giggle with glee. I like you. I think I'll keep you.

I was walking on a trail in a park near my home when I saw two women approaching, each with a dog. As I approached they both moved off the trail with their dogs and had their dogs lay down. They were apparently training them. 

Then I heard one woman say to the other woman “Now that he's used to it you should make sure you practice by making him go down at least twice a day. After a while he will start going down without you even asking him.”

My first thought was, are they talking about their dogs or their husbands?!? 🤣

As the title says, I handcuffed my Fiancé (Blake), and made him edge on my vibrator while I waited for my friend to leave. Its making me wet just thinking about it, so heres the backstory!

The other night, my bestie wanted to grab some drinks at a bar she's never been to with some live music. Blake being the nicest man in the world said he would DD for us. So we had our fun, and he picked us up around midnight. He took us for some drunk McDonald's, and I slept on our couch with bestie to make sure she was okay (she shouldn't have taken that last shot). While Blake slept on our bed upstairs.

In the morning, I made my way upstairs to check on Blake and see if he was still sleeping, but he was just chilling on his phone. I crawl into bed next to him and tell him he's getting a reward for being DD last night. But of course we'll have to wait until my bestie leaves.

Me being the girl I am, wanted a huge load in my mouth since I couldn't fuck him just yet (iykyk). So I told him to get ready for when she leaves. Not even two minutes later, i get a text saying "It would be really hot if you made an excuse to come back upstairs so you could handcuff me and keep me waiting" Now he's REALLY getting me wet.

So I tell bestie some bullshit and head back upstairs. I grab the handcuffs and lock up his wrists and ankles. Then I grab my magic wand and place it right next to his cock, while simultaneously sliding a cock ring down his shaft. I admire him for a few seconds and tell him he needs to edge for me so I could have a nice big load for when I get back.

The entire time I'm downstairs, I just imagine him bucking and moaning, trying to get the pleasure from my wand while he's on his side and handcuffed. Damn, I was getting wetter and wetter by the minute 🥴

When bestie finally leaves, I can't help but SPRINT upstairs to Blake. When I open the door it was pure bliss. He somehow managed to get his phone to open, and he was watching the porn we had made together! Fuck that's so hot!

So I turn off his phone, turn him so he's on his back, and straddle him, so I can get a nice view of him while I stroke. I take off his handcuffs and tell him I'm going to get him reaaaaal close 2 more times, then ill let him cum.

He's already moaning like such a good boy, so I grab a little bit of lube and stroke his cock niiiiice and slow for the first round. Once he's breathing heavy and fast, I stop. He begs me to keep going, but I tell him not yet! When I start up again I go nice and fast, just focusing my fingers on his head. Only about 15 seconds this time before he's back on the edge.

I couldn't take it much more myself, so I slide myself off and position my head so I'm ready for his cum. I start stroking slow again, and when he says he's close, instead of stopping, I speed up. When he moans "I'm cumming" I latch down on that cock. I completely lost count of how many ropes of cum he shot into my mouth, but after about 8ish, I take it out, and HE'S STILL CUMMING so I suckle him a but more to make sure I get everything 😋

Our sex life has gone above and beyond what I ever thought it would be. I just love our dynamic. That being said, I can't wait for that man have his way with me in a few days 😏

Hey everyone!

A few days ago I posted the first session right after the unauthorized orgasm from my husband. The one where I edged him hard, made him count, and left him completely denied ;)
This post continues a few days later, on the 6th day of keeping him needy and desperate:

His last unauthorized orgasm was already a few days ago, and I’ve been keeping him nicely on edge ever since, heating him up again and again, then just continuing with everyday life.
On the 6th edging day he was completely done, and I actually felt a tiny bit of pity for him.
But only a tiny bit… because I absolutely love my whimpering, needy husband 😈😅!
Now it was his turn to get me properly worked up first.
He was allowed to lick and finger me thoroughly until one finger wasn’t enough anymore and I finally wanted his cock.
It was already beautifully hard and swollen, and since I was nice and wet he slid right in.
My favourite position is when I ride him, that way I not only control the pace, I can also spit into his mouth while I’m at it (which my husband particularly enjoys). Plus he can suck on my breasts the whole time. Win-win!
So I rode him properly, kissed him, and spat into his mouth again and again. It didn’t take long until I came 😮‍💨!
Afterwards I like to sit on his face so he can clean my wet pussy nicely. Yummy!
Because he had been such a good boy and held out so well, I was in a good mood.
I started with a very slow handjob. He was still rock hard, almost bursting, and I had to slap his balls several times to make him stay still.
Before there’s even a thought of him getting close to an orgasm, I always bring him right to the edge and then stop again.
Today was no different, I loved watching him twitch and beg as the orgasm got closer and closer.
Since I had already been teasing him heavily the previous days, it didn’t take long until he was truly about to explode.
Normally I edge him a few more times at that point before deciding whether he gets to come or not.
But because I was feeling generous and he had really been obedient the last few days, I decided to grant him a ruined orgasm.
After all, his last one had been unauthorized… and punishment is still needed 🤭🤤
I edged and edged, spat on his cock and balls again and again, gripped him firmly and stroked him hard.
When he finally reached the edge, begging and pleading, I told him:
“You may come… but only ruined.”
You should have seen his disappointed, tormented face. There is no prettier sight 😈😮‍💨
While I kept stroking him hard I asked:
“Do you think you deserve a proper orgasm?”
He said no.
“Why?”
“Because I came without permission.”
“Will you ever come without permission again?”
While asking the last question I put extra effort into the stroking, spat on his cock and balls again to make it even more unbearable. By then he was so close to the edge that he couldn’t get a single word out anymore. He didn’t argue, didn’t beg for a full orgasm, he simply accepted his fate the way I expect from my obedient boy 🙏!
I kept edging him carefully, always stopping right before he could tip over.
Before he could even ask “May I come?” I took my hand away and he got his ruined orgasm.
His cock was rock hard, pulsing and pulsing, and only a pathetic little amount came out.
I told him I hoped the punishment had finally sunk in and that next time he would control himself better.
He promised he would be a very good boy next time and wouldn’t come early again.
His cock was still throbbing, shiny and red.
I told him that to be a good boy right now he first had to clean up his mess, so I put it in his mouth and he swallowed nicely.
He was still rock hard afterwards, so I thought we’d try for a second one.
And look at that, after a short bit of head kneading I soon had him whimpering and trembling under me again, and the second one came almost immediately.
I stopped the stimulation right away so he wouldn’t get a full orgasm.
This new load had to be eaten up obediently as well.

In the end he got two ruined orgasms that day… and still looked anything but satisfied. Exactly how I wanted him. Because I want to keep him nicely needy and desperate for the next few days, after all 😮‍💨!

I’ve had such amazing

experiences. My very first Domina, a year and a half ago,

dominated me very gently for a good half a year and took care of me. We became good friends at the same time and still are today. However, I’m no longer being dominated, since she currently wants to explore her own submissive side. Just last week we cooked together and watched a movie, and what can I say: she’s such a sweetheart! Every now and then we still laugh about things I had to do when I was her sub… I was her well-behaved, tied-up little puppy with a remote controlled plug and whatever else she came up with… Man, was that fun!

My second dominatrix was just as fantastic. It’s thanks to her that I don’t drink alcohol at all anymore, that I’ve changed my diet and have been eating healthier ever since, and that I simply feel better. With her, I also had to work out every day, which I’ve unfortunately let slide again since she left. The sessions with her were also a lot of fun, but after three months she moved to a different time zone,and we said goodbye to each other in a two-hour conversation.

Unfortunately, we’re no longer in touch. I’ve had the chance to meet some truly amazing people,

I really felt seen, and I hope my dominas feel the same way! I’m incredibly grateful for these two angels whom

I was allowed to serve.

You truly lived up to the name GentleFemdom,

and I always look back on it with joy! I felt incredibly safe and well taken care of every single moment, and I always knew that my Domina only wanted the best for me.

We were always able to talk freely about fantasies

and tried out both her ideas and mine. I wasn’t familiar with the “praise kink” before, but it felt so incredibly wonderful. I also got to experience things like video surveillance and cell phone monitoring, and since I had such trust, it didn’t feel like control at all—it always felt as if someone was looking out for you… The two of them showed me how incredibly beautiful and liberating it can be to have a Domina, for which I will be forever grateful to them! Now I actually don’t want to be without one anymore…