I was introduced to the world of female domination this summer by a French-Canadian lady named Claudine. I drove her around the Western U.S. during her three-week vacation, in return for which she fired me and promoted me, as she said with her delightful accent, to be her little pussy slave.

It has always seemed to me that Frenchwomen are far more in tune with their femininity than their American counterparts. And Claudine is a prime example, a completely uninhibited sexual animal.

On our trip we would usually check into a motel or hotel before dark. Once stripped naked and with my ankles hobbled by chains (Claudine liked to be able to track me by the sound), I would proceed to minister to her evening toilette — undressing her, licking her while she sat on the commode, drawing her bath, scrubbing her with... Read More