The confessions of a sadomasochist in a recent issue of Forum perpetuate the myth that women enjoy submission and that men should dominate. That view is obsolete.

Changes in society, particularly women’s liberation, have altered that picture and now enable women to exercise their natural right of domination. Too few publications, however, admit this. For example, Time, in a cover story, devoted two pages to the public interest in S/M, but they didn’t admit that modern society finds more and more men being subservient to women. I’d like to present the other side of this issue to your readers.

Four factors help to explain this situation: males grow up under female influence at home and in school; most jobs no longer require great strength and are not restricted to men only; millions of women work, thus being free of male economic oppression; and modern medicine has removed the fear of pregnancy and the fear of the penis along with it.

I’m typical of three types of women, any of whom are likely to reverse the traditional roles and establish female domination: the woman who advanced rapidly in business after the federal anti-discrimination laws prevented sex bias; the forceful female who finds that a younger man makes the best mate; and the larger woman who prefers a smaller male.

I am thirty-seven, Scott is twenty-nine, and I am three inches taller and many pounds heavier. My superiority in size and salary underscores my ability to command, which, after three years of marriage, has made Scott into a well-trained male. Let me tell you about us to prove that a woman can, indeed, rule.

My husband must come directly home each evening. No excuses are permitted for a late arrival. He goes to the bedroom to see what he must wear. Usually, I set out a loin-cloth or bikini trunks, or feminine attire. I employ petti coating a bit, so he may find heels, hose, a maid’s apron, and lacy panties. He must wear earrings and lipstick with these to reinforce his sense of humiliation.

He performs many household and personal tasks, from doing the laundry and scrubbing the floors to shaving my legs and lighting my cigarettes, and he is not permitted to sit down in my presence. I address him as “Slave,” and he calls me “Mistress.”

My husband may only leave the house with permission. When he is not engaged in household chores, he must be available for any task or any humiliating form of entertainment. When a friend comes over, he must continue his tasks, unless given permission to leave. He must entertain us on command. Once a month I have friends over to play bridge, and he waits on us in his maid’s uniform.

When we go out at night, he must wear panties and hose underneath his clothes to remind him of his true status. I am deliberately bossy with him and he knows if he complains he will be punished severely afterwards. If I suspect he is paying too much attention to another woman, I inform him by a secret signal to expect a slave session when we get home. Some of my friends know of our arrangement and they try to lure him into disobedience so he can be punished. Actually, my young husband has been so well trained that I really have little occasion to discipline him for a particular misdeed. However, I hold a training session once or twice a week just to reconfirm his slave status. He never knows when one is coming up. When I snap, “Slave session!” he has exactly three minutes to strip, prostrate himself, lick my shoes, and beg for discipline.

I handcuff his wrists behind him, make him kneel, and attach a leather penis collar which fits snugly behind the head of his penis and grips tightly when he gets an erection. He gets an erection almost immediately after I snap a steel ring shut on the tip of each nipple.

With my slave already in torment, we go to the study where he must kneel on wooden pencils strewn on the floor, with his knees wide apart, holding himself upright at attention. He is gagged and blindfolded and left to await his punishment.

It’s extremely satisfying for me to see my husband totally helpless and naked. In fact, having him at my mercy is sexually stimulating. He can’t see what I’m going to do, and watching him jerk in pain when I snap his penis with a strap, or twist a nipple ring, gives me a glorious sense of superiority. This increases in intensity when I use a hairbrush on his buttocks, and then I smack him some more with the bristle-side. I watch with great satisfaction while his rear turns red. I smash a riding crop over his buttocks at least a dozen times. This leaves his ass hot and burning, and I love to hear the moans from his gagged mouth.

Later on, I give him twenty slow, hard lashes with a leather strap. I know he’d love to be able to scream. In between swatting periods, I deal out penis punishment, usually using a stiff brush. I also use a strap on the erect symbol of superiority, and the painful jerk of his body tells me his superiority is suffering. Of course, I abuse him verbally, mocking his physique, degrading him.

This gets me quite aroused sexually and I ungag him after a while and make him eat me out while I stand over him. He must perform perfectly or undergo further punishment. He eats continuously for at least an hour, giving me repeated orgasms.

Then I give him a treat: I place a raw egg in his mouth and make him crack it and swallow the contents. I often repeat this several times. Afterwards, I use a dildo in his anus, slowly forcing the big rubber shaft up and down inside him.

A slave session lasts several hours. Finally, the blindfold is removed and I permit him to lick my feet and thank me for disciplining him. Then he is taken to the bedroom. The penis collar is removed — but not the handcuffs — and I lower myself onto him, ordering him not to ejaculate until I tell him to. I torment him for a while, then we both climax. We have intercourse at least twice more, and he must obey my orders without fail, performing superbly, or I will punish him further. Naturally, he does his very best to please.