Dear
Mistress Veronica,
My sisters insisted I
write you and tell you how I came to be mistress of my husband Daryl.
I don't know where to begin. I can't remember a time when I didn't
feel like us girls were better than boys.
I certainly didn't get
this feeling from my parents. My dad was definitely the head of
our household when we were growing up, but he always treated mom
with a lot of respect. She didn't make him "jump to" like
I do with my Daryl, and I doubt that dad would have taken to being
ordered around by her. Mom didn't make unreasonable demands of him
but he always did what she asked.
Dad was the hero to us
girls. He spoiled us at almost every turn. Maybe that's where my
expectation of men serving women came from.
Boys were never a mystery
to me. My sisters shared all their secrets with me. All my friends
looked to me as their leader because I knew all this stuff about
boys. They were impressed on how I was able to get boys to do things
for us. Of course the more they encouraged me, the bolder I got.
I got very good at manipulating boys.
I never dated a boy that
I couldn't control. Teasing and denial were always part of my play
with them because it was so effective. A boy really had to earn
his right to continue to date me. I sent about half of the boys
I dated home with blue balls.
Very often I would have
my dates strip and jerk off for me. It's surprising how many men
are willing to do this if they know it's the only relief they know
they're going to get. When a guy's balls are full of cum he's very
receptive to the argument, "You're going to do it anyway, so
why not do it for me?"
I even got some dates
to agree to do this for my roommate and some of our friends. It
was very entertaining.
From there it was easy
to progress to handjobs and footjobs for dates that really pleased
me particularly with their tongues. Ah, the tongue! It's a man's
tongue and not his penis that is most pleasing to me. I have little
use for penises. In fact, from what I see with men and how it controls
them, I'm glad I don't have one.
Daryl is the only man
with which I have had intercourse. From the very first time, though,
this was under my terms. He was required to bring me to orgasm several
times before I let him enter me, and clean me up afterwards. This
practice still continues to this day except that he gets his orgasms
about once a month, and I get mine daily and sometimes several times
a day.
Teasing and denial worked
well with all the boys I dated, but they always had the ability
to cheat, and I'm pretty sure, knowing what I do about men and boys,
that they did. I know that Daryl would not wish to touch himself
without my permission, but he's only a man and weak. That's when
I thought about chastity devices.
At first Daryl could
only take it a couple of days, but we eventually worked him up to
his once a month (and on a couple of occasions, once every other
month) release.
I can't see how he could
not be aware of its presence every waking moment. I can't see how
men aren't aware of their penises all the time what with it sticking
out like that and rubbing against everything.
Daryl's chastity cage
is as much a symbol of our marriage as his wedding ring. On our
wedding day, both the ring and the cage went on permanently.
Now it's a natural part
of our life and I am so glad to be able to share it with my sisters.
Peggy
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Peggy,
It is so
good to hear from you! I gather you were the one who got the ball
rolling in your family in terms of you ladies taking control. Everything
you said was so perfect or as our British cousins say, "spot
on!" I especially loved what you said about always knowing
you and other ladies were better than the boys. From our teens onward
we can have them jumping through hoops for us if we set our minds
to it. We are their entire world and this gives us an advantage
that more and more women are starting to take advantage of.
It's been greating hearing
from your female-led households and if any more members of your
family embrace this lifestyle of the future it will be wonderful
to hear from them!
Mistress Veronica
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