For the past two years, my lovely wife and I have had the most fascinating and exhilarating journey through the world of female domination. We are a fairly conventional couple, both thirty-six years old. I am the president of an advertising agency I founded after finishing graduate school, and I make a comfortable six-figure income. Catherine, my wife, worked as an executive secretary to put me through school and is now a full-time homemaker.

It has always fascinated me that most of the letters you receive on female domination seem to be from men like me, who are successful, aggressive businessmen accustomed to giving orders rather than rece1v1ng them. I would love to see someone conduct a study to determine if perhaps being dominated is a release from the pressure and tension that go with running a substantial business enterprise.

Our odyssey into submission started about two years ago when, on vacation in southern California, we were walking on the beach and found an unusual-looking plastic strap with a large, heavy Velcro loop on one end. We could not make out what it was, but the plastic strap was broken on the end opposite the Velcro loop. I took it with me out of curiosity. As we walked down the beach, we saw some surfers getting out of the water, and they had similar Velcro loops around their ankles, with the other end of the plastic tether attached to their surfboards. When I asked them about it, they said it was a surfboard leash, and that once attached to the ankle with it, the board could not be jarred a bit loose by even the biggest wave.

This comment made me wonder about its application for bondage, my favorite sexual fantasy, which I had only recently confessed to my wife after twelve years of marriage. Before leaving the West Coast, I bought four of these surfboard leashes, and together they made a bondage rig that was comfortable yet confining. My wife could strap me down to our king-size bed in just seconds, and once confined, I was totally unable to move and completely at her mercy.

Our game began very simply, with Catherine playing with my raging harden, pinching my taut nipples, leaning over me and instructing me to suck on her lovely breasts, or with her sitting on my face and ordering me to suck on her juicy cunt. After this play, we both had orgasms more intense than any we had ever before experienced. The best was yet to come!

In time, Catherine became more daring, and sometimes after strapping me down on my back, she would order me to beg for permission to lick her ass. I would beg and plead in my most convincing manner, and then she would lower her lovely ass to my face, and I would lick her rounded cheeks. I love the feeling of surrender I experience when I allow her to use me in this fashion. During these scenes she began calling me her “ass-licking slave” and would make me repeat that I was an ass-licking slave and that I wanted to worship her ass with my tongue.

We began to read Variations together and would get very excited while reading the letters about female domination and bondage. The letters gave both of us many ideas we began to put to use.

I have come to realize that what I really want is to be totally dominated by Catherine, and that I want her to make me do bizarre and ridiculous things. What I want, and seem to even need, is for her to test the limits of my love and devotion to her, and the more outrageous her demands, the more pleasure I derive from complying. Tonight has been a real sustained, two-person orgy. I licked her cunt until I felt like my tongue would fall out, and I also sucked her toes, her nipples and delighted in licking her lovely ass.

As I write this, I am wearing only panties, and I am sitting on a small dildo that is in my ass. There is a wooden clothespin on each nipple. Catherine is reading over my shoulder, making suggestions, and occasionally leaning over to caress my erect penis or tweak a clothespin if a particular passage excites her. Try typing under those extreme circumstances!

I can only wonder what she has in mind for me next time.