The Sub Scribe

This is a chastening post. A blog goes quiet, and then a sudden, final post explaining that the femdom relationship has broken up.

I wonder how common this is?

I wonder how many of the blog that start full of excitement and enthusiasm and abruptly end are little virtual graveyards of attempts to build a femdom relationship? Their lack of updates a mute testimony to human dynamics and the fact that an unconventional power exchange is too much for some people.

Something to think about.

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Well, this looks like a fun read, doesn’t it?

Oh, and there’s an earlier volume, too. And here’s the editor reading from it:

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That’s one Christmas present for my wife sorted out…

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One of the elements of my submissive nature I struggle to understand the most is my desire for my mistress to be flirting with, dancing with, making out with other men. This isn’t a threesome thing - I have no strong feelings one way or another about whether I need to be there or not. And I’m certainly not interested in any interaction with the other man involved.

Bizarrely, of all places, I found a powerful description of the basic impulse at work here in a vanilla blog; Susan Senator’s family blog. In a piece called Flirting with Disaster she describes how she finds herself flirting with another man at dinner, how she tells her husband about it and how she knows this will change their relationship from that point forwards.

This passage caught some of what this is all about:

Snuggling with him on the couch, I left nothing out, so that he would know he could always trust me, even if I flirted more (and I knew I would). This was no guilty confession, however; it was about connection and, ultimately, seduction. At one point, I saw something — anger, maybe, or jealousy — darken his expression, so I said quickly, “You have to understand: This is not about him. Let’s just use it, OK?” I smiled coquettishly. He got it.

This fantasy is about two things. Firstly, it’s about enjoying the female power of my mistress. It’s the joy of her experiencing her sexuality, her attraction to others, and the power she holds in their attraction to her. It’s affirming her as a sexual being outwith the confines of the relationship; someone worth desiring; someone worth serving.

But it’s also about our relationship. It’s about sharing something. It’s about the submission of granting her this right, outside the normal boundaries of a relationship, while asking nothing similar for myself. It’s about submission gifted and dominance joyfully received.

That’s what it’s about.

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Sometimes (just sometimes) I wonder if the internet wasn’t the worst thing to happen to yer average submissive guy on the street.

Do the fetishes and forms of femdom that dominate (haha) the internet discourse represent the mainstream of the kink? Or do they determine it by shaping young submissives’ fantasies as they read about other people’s turn-ons?

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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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