The Sub Scribe

I’ve just had something of an epiphany. You might have noticed that I’ve struggling with this blog. Two posts since May? No original content?

Crap.

But, hey, I’m new to this blogging thing, and I’m struggling to find my voice. And one of the reasons I’m struggling is that too many of the voices I’m reading don’t sound anything like mine. At all.

But today, I found one that did, as long as you make allowance for the fact that she’s a dominant woman on the other side of the planet, and I’m a submissive guy. And this is what she had to say:

From what I could see, femdom was mostly paraphilic.

It meant fetishes.Men’s desire to be trampled on and kicked by stiletto boots. To wear silk panties. To worship corsets and singular body parts. To have all their body hair removed by a schoolgirl who’s wearing PVC garters and a Phantom of the Opera mask.

I couldn’t see what any of it had to do with me.

I nearly danced and cheered when I saw that.

You see, when I was a teenager having submissive fantasies about being in relationships with beautiful, dominant women, who enjoyed every second of the power they had, I thought I was a lonely freak. And then I found the internet, and like so many lonely freaks before me, I found I was far from alone.

But then I carried on reading. And I learned that I should be turned on by being forced into women’s clothes. WTF? (To use the modern internet parlance.) Oh, and I should fantasise about my partner being impregnated by a big black guy. (And the little voice in my head said ‘isn’t that racist? And kinda stupid in the age of HIV?’

And little by little I found myself feeling more alone again. Because I didn’t want a submissive relationship that was all about the stuff done to me. I wanted one that was all about what the dominant woman wanted. Hell, want I wanted was a “normal” relationship that had an aspect of that about it.

And the one day, I found just that.

But that’s a story for another time. In the meantime, welcome to Sub Scribe (notice the provocative use of capitals there…) version 2. I hope I have something to offer…

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This is an unusually blunt post about the cuckolding fantasy:

There really are F/m couples that practice cuckolding successfully. They are rare. And both the man and the woman have considerable emotional maturity and trust. Many women come to despise the man that asks for this. Some wives leave their husband because knowing he wants this is intolerable. [From Your Husband Wants You to Cuckold Him]

Nice to hear it said.

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Mrs Kelly went out on the town. This is exactly the sort of thing I can see my mistress doing:

 Last night I went out with two girlfriends to Roppongi and we really got very, very wild and had a great time flirting and being generally naughty. Just before I left, scott was locked up in his Gerecke tube. The whole time I was dancing and flirting with other men, I had the key on a chain around my neck. One guy, Roger from Holland, even talked to scott on the phone. I was calling to tell scott I wouldn’t make the last train home and would stay with one of my girlfriends. I looked at Roger and said, “You wanna say hi to my husband?” I put the phone to his ear and he exchanged a few words with scott. After I hung up, Roger looked at me and said, “He likes that kind of thing, does he?” I think he knew exactly what our game was. I smiled and said, “Yes.”

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