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ARTHUR: LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR MATRIARCHAL MARRIAGE, Post. No. 4

(Having detailed his proposal to his dominant girlfriend, Miss Ling, in a previous posting, Arthur now shares his thoughts and submissive anticipation of the matriarchal wedding to come, and the possible participation of Miss Ling's two live-in daughters from a previous marriage, Miss A, age 14, and Miss D, age 23.--Thomas Lavalle)
The entire performance of my submissive proposal to Miss Ling was very special and exhilarating for both of us. The girls were a little unsure at first, but did get into it as we progressed. They liked my responses too, and even now I am very careful to thank them when they perform any service or if they allow me to do something for them.
For example, Miss A leaves her dirty laundry in a basket outside of her bedroom. I do not need to ask permission to take it to be washed, but if she happens to see me getting it, I thank her. When I iron Miss D's work shirts and pants and leave them in her room, I always thank her for allowing me to do it, and tell her how pleased I am pleased to serve her. All clean laundry is neatly folded and placed on their respective beds for them. Both girls do not thank me anymore. They are now used to the service and expect it. But initially, I told them it was not necessary to thank me, as this is one way I can serve and enjoy doing so. I told them I should thank THEM. They liked that!
Both girls have seen me frequently kneel before their Mom as well as kiss her feet. I have even said my mantra in their presence once or twice. They always like to see me pay such respect to their Mom and, increasingly, to themselves.
Miss A witnessed a paddling session 2 years ago. I was punished for leaving the windows open, and it rained overnight and water came into the apartment. Miss Ling was not pleased in the morning and told me to clean up the mess, and to remain in the bedroom (we were in our apartment, before moving to the house) as I would be punished, but was to keep my cotton pajama pants on as Miss A was in the apartment.
Miss Ling left the room, and I waited, bending over, for what seemed to have been 30 minutes. When she returned, Miss A was with her. She had already told her daughter what was going to happen and why, but repeated it in my presence, and told me I was to be punished for being so careless. Miss Ling had her 30-inch-long wooden paddle and proceeded to deliver 25 strokes.
She had asked Miss A to take a few pics while the strokes were being given. When she was finished, and while I was still bending over, she lowered my pants to see the damage on my bare ass. I was well marked. Miss A took a pic of that as well. Miss Ling then raised my pants back in place, and I was instructed to say what I wanted to say and to thank her. I knelt, apologized, agreed that the punishment was necessary, and thanked Miss Ling for helping me be a better, more responsible man. Miss A witnessed it all. Afterward, while I was showering and dressing, Miss Ling apparently had a discussion with Miss A about what had occurred and why it was important. Planting and nourishing the seeds of dominance?
Now, as for the formal wedding ceremony, things here are different than what we are used to. It will be a Buddhist ceremony late in the morning for only immediate family, involving monks chanting prayers and giving instructions to the couple and guests. I understand that the couple does little talking. But I am thinking of speaking to the close family group after the monks finish. I will tell them that in a Christian wedding, the bride and groom make promises to one another. I will say that I would therefore like to make a few promises to Miss Ling, and I would invite her to sit in a chair in front of all. I would kneel and tell her how privileged I am to be allowed to be her husband, and then I will repeat my mantra of being a responsible, respectful husband, obedient and well disciplined, etc.
As most of them speak no English, I may ask Miss Ling to translate, or ask her very attractive cousin, who speaks good English, to do so. This woman knows a bit about our lifestyle. In fact, her Mother, Ling's aunt, who will be present, is dominant. Her daughter, still unmarried, will take a leadership role as well when she eventually does marry. Her brother is married and is submissive to his wife. That FLM couple will be in attendance too, and will love seeing my submissive pledges.
At the conclusion of my short speech, Miss Ling will nod her agreement to me and extend one foot to be kissed. After I thank her, this will be repeated with the other foot. This will surprise some in the audience, but many of the female members of the family already know that I do this, and a few, including Miss Ling’s mother, two aunts, her sister and the cousin previously mentioned have seen me do this in person. The males in attendance may be surprised, but I don't care, as this submissive ritual will be solely for the women to see and enjoy and approve that I understand who has the power in our relationship.
And Miss Ling assures me that they will enjoy seeing this. But then, is it not quite common in Western wedding receptions for the bridegroom to go down on his knee before his seated bride to remove her garter, and sometimes with his teeth? What clearer signal could be sent, even if under the guise of tongue-in-cheek, that in the coming marriage the husband’s reverent and rightful place is at the feet of his wife?
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THE FEMDOM ADVENTURE CONTINUES

Dancing Backward: An Adventure in Male Submission started, like so many of my femdom fantasies, as a submissive daydream—and just kept growing. It ended up at 40,000 words, the longest piece of female domination fiction I had ever attempted, let alone finished. (The sequel, however, turned out to be 70,000 words.)

And I do mean finished, because I brought the story of adoring, adorable Christopher and his ravishing Goddess wife, Kelly Ann Shelton, to what I considered a most satisfactory conclusion. I only hoped that it would find favor among readers, male and female, who share my fated attraction to this most erotic and intimate of lifestyles.
I was delighted and surprised to find that many, many readers did
enjoy my naughty novelette, and a surprising cohort of these even requested a sequel. Some, in  fact, went so far as to demand one, and one fan bugged me regularly on the matter until I finally set about obliging him.
That sequel is now, after a year’s gestation, published— DancingBackward 2: Final Descent Into Male Submission , 70,000 words this time, with another enticing cover by a terrific graphic artist, Jun Ares.

At the end of DB1, as you may remember, Christopher is convinced that his abasement has reached its ultimate nadir—that he has gone about as low as he can go. DB2 immediately disproves that. In the opening chapter it is made clear to the reader that his voluptuous owner, Kelly, is just getting started with the enslavement of her toyboy husband. Successive chapters chronicle Christopher’s ongoing humiliations and degradations in what I intend to be addictively delicious detail.
Will there be a third installment? Can Chris descend lower yet, and Kelly rise even higher in her power and sovereignty over him? I will leave that question to my readers. Please let me know your thoughts when you’ve finished DB2.
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I wanted to mention briefly here, or perhaps confess, that Dancing Backward, like my book of three short femdom tales, Rapture and Capture, is a product of a submissively fevered imagination, and that I have been beset by such erotic imaginings from the age of 4.
I kid you not.
In DB1 Kelly and Carmen share their earliest memories of domming male playmates all the way back to their playground days. Like sitting on a boy’s face in the sandbox. Because that’s exactly what happened to me at age 4. I remember as if it were yesterday being pinned down in the sand by a darling brown-haired, brown-eyed moppet, an experience that deeply imprinted by submissive soul and which I have vividly reimagined countless times.

Again in third grade, when I was age 8, a female classmate, one considerably taller and stronger than I, not only held me down in the sandbox but pinned my face between her darling thighs for a long time as she teased me. I nearly passed out from excitement while she giggled throughout, obviously relishing the effect she was having. I had no volition or desire to be anything for the rest of my life than her helpless victim.

You will understand that Kelly Ann Shelton is a direct descendant of that 8-year-old nymphet—my latest, but definitely not my last, effort at celebrating the majesty and puissance of the gloriously superior sex.
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ARTHUR’S SUBMISSIVE PROPOSAL TO MISS LING & HER DAUGHTERS, Post No. 3

(“Arthur,” a longtime friend of this blog, details his proposal to his dominant girlfriend, “Miss Ling,” which includes his submissive service to her two live-in daughters from a previous marriage, “Miss A,” age 14, and “Miss D,” age 23.)
My formal proposal to Miss Ling—or, more correctly, my request to be allowed to become her husband—was made on an evening several months ago. Both daughters, Miss A and Miss D, were in attendance.
Miss Ling and I had discussed the procedure several times and how it should go. I even prepared a Proposal Procedure paper for her review. She made some comments and suggested a few changes and an addition, then had me redo it. I did, and she approved. She referred to the paper (see below) during my actual proposal.
Proposal Procedure
Location: Power RoomPresent: Miss Ling, Misses A and D, all seated, all barefooted; Arthur, standing until told to kneel

Because the girls are present, Arthur is properly dressed in clean, freshly ironed clothes. The girls are permitted to take pictures as they want, or as their Mother instructs.
MISS LING: Honey, this is a special moment for us, and I want the girls to be here and be part of this as we are one family. Do you agree?
ARTHUR: I agree.
MISS LING: I want you to say thank you after each answer. Understand?
ARTHUR: I understand. Thank you.
MISS LING: I have asked my girls to take pictures as they feel or as I direct. Do you agree?
ARTHUR: I agree. Thank you.
MISS LING: Please kneel now and tell us what you would like to say today.
ARTHUR (kneeling at Miss Ling’s feet): Thank you. I have thought about this day often. I am especially pleased that you want the girls here to assist, as they are a very important part of our family. I would like you to allow me to ask permission to become your husband, but only if I promise to love you, respect you, serve you and obey you always.
MISS LING: Before I answer your question, I have some that you must answer. This is important for the girls to hear your answers, too. Will you always love me?
(Miss A asks if I would get her a dog, something I had resisted doing. But, as I just promised to serve and obey, I have no choice but to agree. But Miss Ling tells Miss A that she would have to be responsible for the dog’s care, walking and feeding.)
MISS LING (continuing): Thank you girls. Honey, now I want you to formally thank Miss D and Miss A as I have been trained you to do.
(At this point, Miss Ling explains to the girls that the woman’s foot is a very important symbol of power for men like me: “When I point to my foot, he is trained to immediately stop what he is doing or stop talking, perhaps when not nice, being disrespectful or too loud. If I say ‘Down,’ he must kneel. If I hold my foot out toward him, he must kiss it. This is a formal thank you and works very well in controlling him, in keeping him obedient and respectful. My foot has much power over him. Remember this and learn how we can use it with him. You may want to train your husband one day. All men are trainable, but not all women understand this, and they fail to train their men. This is a big reason why there are problems in marriages and families. Women should begin to train males when they are young boys.”)
ARTHUR (moving to kneel before Miss D): Miss D, I hope you now understand why it is so important for the women in the family be in charge, as all men need direction and control for a successful marriage. I want you to remember when your time comes. Thank you for being here today and for accepting me into your family. Will you allow me to properly thank you by kissing your feet and to show my respect?
(She glanced to her Mother, who nodded approval, then extended both bare feet. Arthur bowed and kissed both very well, then thanked her.)
ARTHUR (moving to kneel before Miss A): Miss A, I hope you now understand why it is so important for the women in the family be in charge, as all men need direction and control for a successful marriage. I want you to remember when your time comes. Thank you for being here today and for accepting me into your family. Will you allow me to properly thank you by kissing your feet and to show my respect?
(She extends both bare feet. Arthur bowed and kissed both very well, then thanked her.)
MISS LING: It is time to say your mantra with meaning and love. (She pointed to her feet, and Arthur returned to his proper position.)
ARTHUR: Honey, I promise to be a responsible, respectful, obedient and, with your help, well-disciplined husband. My duty is to serve you, respect you and obey you always. I love you. Thank you.
MISS LING: Thank you, honey. The three of us are pleased with what you have promised. So, to answer your question, yes, I will give you permission to become my husband. You may now formally thank me as you have been trained, and I want a good picture of this, girls.
(Miss Ling extends her foot and points to it. Arthur bows and kisses both feet, including heels, lovingly and until Miss Ling says to stop.)
ARTHUR: Thank you, honey, very much for allowing me this privilege and pleasure.
MISS LING: I want the girls to listen to what I say now. Successful marriages require discipline. I know this, I have read this and we have discussed this. You have told me that to be a good husband you need to be controlled and disciplined. Remember Elise’s words of advice. She disciplines her husband once every week, based on a set schedule, whether he has been disobedient or not. “Discipline should never stop,” she says, “Discipline keeps the men in line, but if it stops, men will quickly go back to their old ways.” So, honey, I think we should start off right now on a new program of training as Elise advises. I have not disciplined you as much as I would like or as I feel you need, but that will change right now, and I will continue this program of discipline once every week from now on. And this will continue even if we are traveling or visiting friends or family.  Do you agree to accept this?

ARTHUR: I do. Thank you.
MISS LING: Girls, do you understand what I have said and why this is important? Men require almost constant female supervision if they are to be at their best, at work or at home. So it is our job, all of us, to see that Papa does his best always and obeys our wishes always. If he does not, then you must tell me and we will discuss this and I will make sure Papa learns his lesson, if that is needed. Do you understand or have any questions?
(The girls smiled and nodded as though they understood, but had no questions.)
ARTHUR: Thank you, Honey. I feel very lucky. I need your control and discipline always. I will serve and obey as you like, always.
Arthur’s Post-Proposal Comments:The girls were shy and resisted the foot kiss at first. Miss Ling insisted and told them this is important to show proper respect to them. First, Miss D extended her feet to me to be kissed. Miss A also was shy at first, but seeing her sister do it, she too extended her lovely feet to me. When they did allow me to pay this homage, they were excited and liked it, giggling the whole time. Later, their Mother confirmed to me that they really liked the foot-kiss ritual.

Chastity was not really understood by the girls; they did not ask questions. My chastity device was not put on, but will be before the wedding. Discipline they do understand; and both know I am disciplined. Miss A has witnessed one session already. Both have seen me kneel before their Mom on several occasions, as well as kiss her feet. I have even said my mantra in their presence once or twice. But they always like to see me pay such respect to their Mom and, in this case, to themselves.
For my part, no question that it was a special moment and a dream fulfilled, and I have the photos to remember it, a dozen, mostly taken by the girls.I am now thinking of the wedding ceremony and wondering what, if any, formal supplication could or should be made. This will be a vanilla audience, mostly Miss Ling’s family.
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DEBRA’S SON: SERVING MY SISTER BEFORE MEETING MY GYNARCHIC WIFE

[Note from Thomas Lavalle: “Debra’s Son” previously shared his reminiscences of growing up in a matriarchal, Goddess-worshipping home. Here he describes his early years before his current wife-led marriage.]
As I described before, I had what I think was an ideal matriarchal childhood, and the credit goes to my wonderful mother. I still believe in the principles she taught me with all my heart and soul, but I’m ashamed to say there was a period in my life, during my college years, when I not only doubted, but virtually repudiated them.
Mom provided college funds for my younger sisters and me, but mine came with a special proviso. While my sisters would be allowed to go anywhere they wished, I was to go to a local university and commute there and back home each night. My mother told me this was so I could continue helping dad raise my sisters who weren’t quite adults yet, but it was obvious the main purpose was to keep me grounded in matriarchal principles. I was also required to learn something practical and profitable, so I studied accounting and finance, following in my father’s footsteps.
My mother was right to be concerned. Even though I came home from school every night and never developed any overt anti-matriarchal behavior, I encountered a very different male/female dynamic at college. The macho aggressive ways of the men, and the submissiveness of the women they dated, were jarring at first. At my home, the women were sex-positive in that they were aware of and made use of their feminine wiles and physical attributes—that was nature’s way of giving them more power over the "troublesome sex." At school, however, women used their femininity as a means of submission rather than empowerment. Of course, I was aware of this just by having grown up in contemporary culture, but still, seeing it all up close began to influence me. Over time, I decided that maybe Mom was wrong. Although I never spoke of it or acted on it, I decided secretly that I no longer believed what I’d been taught, and that once I graduated, I’d go off and live a more “traditional” patriarchal life.
That changed not too long after I finished my last year of school. The oldest of my sisters (I’ll call her Jill), who is two years younger than I, had gone away to another university. While there, intentionally or not, she became pregnant. She was delighted by the prospect of being a mom, so there was no question that she’d carry to term. She was planning to marry a submissive man, the son of one of my mom’s friends, when he was tragically killed in a plane crash. My sister was devastated. My matriarchal upbringing kicked in and completely drove out any thoughts I had of living a different, more traditional life. I came back home to temporarily help her get back on her feet.
Before I go on, I want to make a point that’s perhaps obvious, but important to reiterate, I think. We, as matriarchist or gynarchist or female supremacist males, in whatever degree, tend to concentrate on serving and benefiting strong, assertive females, and of course we should. But no girl or woman is always in a state of physical and mental well-being. I believe it’s one of our tasks as men to help them get back to their rightful places as mistresses and rulers of our personal and public lives. I don’t claim to be good at it, I only try.

It happened that I had recently inherited a modest house from an uncle on my father’s side, and because there was some tension at the time between my sister and Mom, I moved Jill in with me. As my father before me, I worked out of my home, offering financial services. Because I wanted to get Jill back to the woman she was raised to be, I began setting up a matriarchal household and providing her with emotional support to the best of my ability. It was amazing how fast she “took over” in a literal sense. Even though it was my house, I was soon living as my sister’s total servant. I was butler, cook, housekeeper, valet, errand boy and, occasionally, whipping boy. Although Mom didn’t believe in corporal punishment, my sister did. For one thing, her submissive fiancé had expected it, and for another, I think disciplining me helped her work through a lot of resentment and anger. Her canings were not too severe, and besides, I was a big boy, I could take it.
On Jill’s due date, she gave birth to fraternal twin girls. So, in addition to everything else, I was going to be a nanny. Fortunately, I had a lot of experience from helping dad raise my sisters. I remodeled my bedroom into a nursery with all the amenities, including two cribs. I slept there to be on call whenever they needed changing, feeding, etc. Jill bonded with them very closely as well, and was a fine mother.
After the babies were born, Mom lightened up and things were good between her and Jill again. She, my dad, and my youngest sister fell in love with their grandchildren and nieces and visited and helped when they could. Mom told me I was doing the right thing and basically ordered me to care for and serve Jill for as long as she wanted. My sister slowly got back on track and became her old strong, assertive self again. However, rather than go back to school right away, she wanted to pursue a passion of hers, photography. She was talented and after a time she started getting some work and doing okay. Jill never desired to marry but she always had an active dating life, and sometimes a steady boyfriend for awhile. I babysat the girls whenever she’d go out, and stay in the background performing my role as nanny and housekeeper when her boyfriend came over.
I had originally intended our situation to be temporary, but time went on and soon Jill’s daughters were toddlers (I’ll call them Ashley and Jenna), and I was caught up in taking care of them, obeying Jill, and working from home. I was so busy I didn’t have time for any personal life at all, but I was happy to serve. Jill naturally fell into her role as a young matriarch, and she laid down some ground rules over time. Although Jenna and Ashley knew I was their uncle, Jill felt it was best that they call me by my first name, David. From the time they could speak well, I heard my name constantly: “David, bring me orange juice.” “David, Mom said you had to [fill in the blank]!” “David, help me find my shoes -- NOW!” as well as the common sibling rivalry stuff like, “David, Ashley’s pulling my hair!” They were so cute, but just like their mother and aunt years before, they ran me ragged. The years went by so fast. One time, Ashley, the more assertive of the two, at eleven years old, told me to sit down. She said, “We need to talk.” She lectured me about how I must immediately alter my behavior on a whole range of issues, from the way I prepared her food to how I laundered her clothes to how I embarrassed her in front of her friends when I shuttled them to the shopping center or some such place.
Jenna was more of a princess. She liked fashion and girly things, and she liked to practice cosmetology (aka “play beauty salon”). She wanted me to keep my hair long so she could style it. For awhile I looked like one of the guys from Cinderella, the ‘80s metal band. I also had the honor of being the first person whose ears she ever pierced. You’d think the way I ended up looking would be bad for my home business, but a lot of my clients liked the novelty of a “headbanger accountant.”
Jill disciplined the girls as she was disciplined herself, with time-outs, etc., and of course I never disciplined them at all, other than what it took to keep them safe and teach them to get along in the world. She never used corporal punishment on them. She continued to use it on me—in private—and became more strict with me in other ways. I think it was because she enjoyed the stability I provided and rightly wanted to keep the power she had gained. She demanded total obedience. If I disobeyed in any way or talked back (and sometimes I did, I’m human) she’d dress me down hard in front of the girls and sometimes slap me, to make sure they understood that male disobedience and insolence were not to be tolerated. Looking back, I think it was especially effective due to the fact that Jill was a petite, sexy 5’ 3’’ and I was a 6’ 2’’ fairly well-built male (albeit slightly feminized by my fashion-conscious niece, lol). They understood that no matter the size difference between men and women, a woman had the right, and, in this dangerous world, the duty to control the men in her life. Ashley and Jenna grew up to be strong, confident women, and while Ashley is probably more overtly matriarchal than Jenna, both understand that whatever type of man a woman might prefer for fun, she’s in for trouble if she settles down with an aggressive, dominant man.

Jill’s other rules for me included the complete management of my personal time as well. I had to ask permission to go anywhere and was told what time to be back. I was forbidden to date and required to remain celibate. Macho male friends and any hobbies that might bring me in contact with them were forbidden, and no drugs, even weed or alcohol, ever. I was to maintain a healthy diet and an early bedtime when my work and chores were done. I was to control my temper and exhibit a gentle, compliant, yet helpful and cheerful attitude at all times. The sole purpose of all my behavior was to set an ideal example of a submissive male for Ashley and Jenna. It was agreed that I’d take care of the finances because that was my field, but other than some investments and savings to keep us secure, all other income went directly to Jill. When the girls became adolescents they received a substantial allowance, which increased progressively as they got older. Personally I lived a very ascetic life and spent only enough on myself for the bare necessities. When I saw that things were stable and I was going to be my sister’s servant indefinitely, I put my house in her name.
Jill rarely had to lift a finger during all the years I was with her. Her photography career prospered and by the time the girls were teens she was making good money. By the time they left home she was traveling a lot for her job and had a steady boyfriend in the same field. I sort of felt like a fifth wheel by that point. I felt my job was done, and I asked her for release. Somewhat surprisingly, she gave it. She insisted I keep half of the savings and investments I had accrued, and divide the other half between her and a trust fund for the girls. I felt Jill was very generous. If she had demanded it, I would have left with nothing, because I could have started again and re-established myself. I would have considered it a matter of pride.
So, I bought myself a place in a nearby small town and continued my work. But personally, I felt really lonely and at a loss. Here I was, the proverbial 40-year-old virgin with virtually no romantic experience, and no prospects. I wanted an FLR, but the dominant women I knew from my younger days were not available. But there was always the Internet. It took a long time to find someone authentic, but finally I met a young millennial woman who seemed more knowledgeable and comfortable with gynarchic principles than anyone I’d ever known. We’ve been married now for five years, have a three-year-old son and a daughter on the way, and despite our age difference, she’s extremely adept being in charge. I’ll describe my life today in the next installment.

—Debra’s son

ARTHUR: SERVING MISS LING & HER DAUGHTERS #2

(“Arthur,” a longtime friend of this blog, continues the story of his submissive engagement and betrothal (and eventual marriage) to his dominant Asian girlfriend, “Miss Ling,” and his submissive service to her two live-in daughters from a previous marriage, “Miss A,” age 14, and “Miss D,” age 23.)
Miss Ling and I will be married soon. Exactly when I can’t say, since she will decide the date. My “proposal” will also be a bit different from the usual. I will ask to be allowed to become her husband. She will have both daughters sitting by her side as I face all three on my knees. I have prepared in writing, at her request, a proposal ceremony which she is now reviewing. There may be some changes, corrections, etc., but I think it honestly reflects our respective positions and brings the girls more into the FLR experience.
While the wedding guests will be mostly vanilla, and the ceremony itself will not be “femdom,” I  may be required to express my submissiveness and obedience at some point during the ceremony or reception.
I would say that our FLR is still a work in progress. Miss Ling is the boss, though she is still learning about and experimenting with the expanding scope of her powers over me. She decides where we go, what our social schedule is, when we go to bed, what chores need my special attention. She does not nitpick, but points out flaws in my housework or laundry performances. She herself works long hours, so is usually tired when she arrives back home, but has made it clear to me that when she stops, likely in the coming  year, her training of me will intensify, as will her control and discipline.
Her rules are fairly relaxed, but if she feels I am on thin ice, she can shut me up by simply extending her foot or pointing to it. I must stop talking immediately. If she continues to point, I must kneel and bow to her foot and remain there as she finishes talking and allows me to thank her and then rise. She understands full well the power of her feet.
After we are married, she may decide to exercise complete financial control, though this is still under discussion.  I must check in with her often or she will call me several times a day just to inquire what I am doing. I will usually ask permission to do most things outside the house. When I misbehave, I am punished. (Much more on this later.) I am out of chastity for the moment, but expect to be locked up again at any time.
(Next post: Arthur details his submissive proposal to Miss Ling and her daughters.)

ARTHUR: SERVING MISS LING & HER DAUGHTERS

Note from Thomas Lavalle: “Arthur,” a longtime friend of this blog, is a middle-aged American expat current living in an (unspecified) Asian country. His guest posts will focus on his submissive engagement and betrothal (and eventual marriage) to his dominant Asian girlfriend, “Miss Ling,” and the gradual steps she is taking to expand his submissive service to include her two live-in daughters from a previous marriage, “Miss A,” age 14, and “Miss D,” age 23. I’m delighted to offer the first of what I hope will be many updates from "Arthur."

I’m 100% committed to the Female Led lifestyle.
And if we are serious in our Female Led Relationships, as I am, then I believe we must begin to educate our children by encouraging the girls to take charge and expect certain service from the boys; and encourage the boys to serve their sisters and respect their superior status, just as their father does to Mom. No kink, just plain family behavior that stresses the females’ roles as leaders in the household.
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The past 2 days I was given the opportunity to iron quite a few work shirts and pants for my wife and her older daughter, Miss D (age 23). My wife expects this now as part of my routine and does not need to thank me, but Miss D did give me a big smile and thanks when she saw her shirts, pants and underwear neatly folded on her bed. Already this morning two pairs of sneakers have been scrubbed and washed and are drying; laundry is in the machine now. The younger daughter, Miss A (age 14), is a little sick today and has stayed home from school. I’m being quiet so she can sleep peacefully.
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I kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed to give Miss Ling her footrubs, and must continue to minister to her perfect feet until she says to stop. Usually she will then raise her foot for me to kiss it and thank her, but not always. I am not allowed to ask permission to kiss her foot any more. She will decide. That’s difficult for me, but it’s very empowering for her. And, of course, that’s the most important thing.
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Miss Ling has asked me to write down my suggestions for a formal marriage proposal, which will be very different from a typical one. I have pretty much finished, but she wants her “Power Room” (where she takes me to administer punishment) to be finished first, as this is where the proposal event will take place. And she wants her daughters also to be present, perhaps taking a pic or two.
Something to look forward to!


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‘THE BOY'S BOOK OF GYNARCHY’ REDISCOVERED

A recent pseudonymous posting (by “willlowtide”) on the alternate lifestyle site “FetLife” caught my eye, advertising a scan of a “1970’s classic” of the Female Supremacist genre, entitled “The Boy’s Book of Gynarchy.”
Of course I clicked the download link and was delighted at what I discovered. I invite my readers to do the same! Thank you, “willlowtide,” for exhuming and scanning and reposting this vintage classic on your wonderful gynarchic blog. Is this "Boy's Book" totally tongue-in-cheek? Or are these delicious matriarchist vignettes made to be taken quite seriously? You be the judge.

BEAUTY AND POWER

The classic paradigm paints femininity as soft and yielding.

The Female Supremacist paradigm offers a complete role reversal—the imperious woman who exercises complete dominion over her surrendered male.
This paradigm links beauty and power in a sustaining synergy that can last a lifetime. A few specifics below:
From Litia’s Journal:
“Now, I’m in My 50’s and gravity is winning more and more every day.... But in the eyes and mind of my husband, I am FAR, FAR, Superior to this beautiful young lady (see photo inset), because to him, I am his Goddess and I am the only one who knows exactly how and when he NEEDS to be punished and disciplined. I am his Queen, I am beautiful in his mind and eyes and he shows it to me EVERY Minute of EVERY day. ( Litia’sJournal ) “
From Vivian’s Domain:
“A key component of every man’s sexuality is awe. When he sees a beautiful woman’s face or an attractive figure, he is drawn almost against his will. He is awestruck and overcome by that power. Have you ever noticed how men behave toward a beautiful woman? They fall all over themselves to please her in some way. Even when there is no way such behavior will result in a sexual experience, men become the willing servants of beauty.
“We see our husbands looking at other women as if they were goddesses and looking at us as if we were mere functionaries, striving to be helpful to women they hardly know and ignoring the needs of the woman who dedicates herself to him and his family. Sometimes we become angry and resentful of our husbands, knowing that it is simply not right that he looks at other women with the passion that rightfully belongs to us. Sometimes we get down on ourselves, feeling unattractive and taken for granted and cheated out of his affection.
“Although there are some exceptions (women who are so beautiful and remain so beautiful that they can inspire their husbands with that beauty even after years of marriage), for most women, even attractive ones, it is not possible after years of cohabitation and child-bearing to become beautiful enough to inspire the kind of awe that will motivate her husband. So, what can a woman do?
“She can understand this: Not only is there power in beauty, there is beauty in power! The ‘take my breath away’ kind of awe that a man feels when he sees a stunningly beautiful woman is similar to the feelings he had as a young adolescent toward women of power in his life—teachers, neighborhood moms, and strict women in general.
“In order to make your husband a better man and a better spouse, you need to make him eager to win your approval and fearful of earning your disapproval. You must exert the kind of power that grabs his attention, makes you beautiful to him and takes his breath away.”(“Beauty and Power,” Vivian’s Domain )

DEBRA’S SON: ‘THERE ARE A LOT MORE MATRIARCHAL FAMILIES THAN MANY PEOPLE THINK…’

[Note from Thomas Lavalle: “Debra’s Son,” another regular reader of this blog, shares his reminiscences of growing up in a matriarchal, Goddess-worshipping home.]
I enjoyed Leo’s description of his matriarchal family because my own was somewhat similar. I’m a male, a little younger than Leo, but I also grew up in the ‘60s and ‘70s. I truly believe there were a lot more families like ours around in those years than many people think, perhaps due in part to the countercultural influences of the time.
In my case, my parents were originally sort of lapsed hippies before they met, for want of a better way of describing them. My mom then got involved in a sort of radical feminism of the sex-positive type, and combined it with her own take on Goddess worship. These two main concepts informed the way she saw the world and the way she ran her household. My dad loved and adored her, and he went along earnestly on her journey. They are still together, in fact, and she’s still very much in charge.
I’m the oldest of three children. One boy (myself) and two girls, one two years younger than I and one four years younger. We didn’t have much of an extended family, but mom had a couple of like-minded female friends who also had obedient husbands and children, and we’d all get together for parties, etc.
Our house was led by my mom from as far back as I remember, so a house where females were privileged was normal to me. My dad was attentive, affectionate, and totally obedient to my mom, but I never thought of him as weak or wimpy. He was very intelligent, strong, had good character, and was a great helpmeet to mom. He was a tax accountant who worked from home (mom insisted, so that he could do a lot of the child care), while she was in real estate and went on business trips occasionally.


Mom never preached female supremacy per se, but she had a sizable library of matriarchal works, like Bachofen’s Mother Right, Gould-Davis’s The First Sexand Diner’s Mother’s and Amazons, to name only three. She also had fictional works that promoted female superiority, and even sci-fi movies with such themes. They were never forced on us, but we all were encouraged to read or at least thumb through them, or watch them, and we did, including dad.
There was also a definite feminine atmosphere in the home. By that I mean there were art works depicting strong or vibrant women like reproductions of paintings by Klimt or small versions of sculptures like “Standing Woman” by Lachaise. The lighting and color schemes throughout the house were soft pastels, even in my room, and there was plush furniture and a lot of throw pillows. Mom didn’t allow anything very masculine, but I honestly never felt deprived. My toys were mostly learning toys or chemistry sets or something like that. Certainly no war toys, Goddess forbid.
I tended automatically to take my behavioral cues from dad while the girls took theirs from mom. That means I helped dad do all the household chores and take care of the younger kids while I wasn’t in school or on weekends. It was dad’s and my responsibility to make all the beds, do the laundry, including special hand-washing if necessary, run errands and grocery shop, pick up after the girls if they dropped their clothes on the floor, fix all meals and bring snacks from the kitchen if we were told to, etc.
LOL, the girls used to run me ragged. If they wanted something, they’d just snap their fingers and point, and I’d run to get it. They learned early that men and boys were nothing to be afraid of or deferred to. I remember my youngest sister used to make me stand still and hold my hands behind by back. Then she’d playfully slap my face, with one of her hands, then the other, back and forth, sometimes slapping a little harder and harder to see if I was tough enough to take it.

The funny thing is I never felt like I was at any disadvantage. Dad and I made that house run and we took pride in that. The fact that we catered to and obeyed the females in our lives just seemed perfectly natural, like the way things ought to be. Of course, I can see now that mom’s teaching and the atmosphere of our home had a lot to do with that. Still, I’m very happy with the way I grew up, and I’m still close to my parents and sisters.

Mom and the girls rarely did any chores unless dad or I was sick. If they had to do them because we got behind or were goofing off too much, we got punished. For whatever reason, mom didn’t believe in corporal punishment, however. Her favorite mode of discipline was down time. That means, if we disobeyed twice, or we did something more serious only once and didn’t have a good excuse, mom would send us to our room and to bed—for the rest of the day and night, even if it wasn’t even noon yet. We had to stay in bed and the room had to stay dark the whole time. If we were going to act like babies, we’d be treated like babies, she said. Dad and I were both subject to this.
[image error] I remember a number of times when he had disobeyed, or he’d be a little too argumentative, Mom would suddenly say, “Okay, that’s enough. It’s nap time, Jim. You’ll see us in the morning.” Then she’d point to the bedroom. He’d go, sullen and sorry, but he’d go. The girls’ discipline, however, was different, and much less frequent. They’d lose privileges, or maybe be grounded if it was something really serious, but they never had to stay in their rooms like dad and I did.
The relationship between dad and mom was loving and affectionate, but I don’t think they had intercourse. I eavesdropped one time and, from what I heard, mom let him perform cunnilingus on her, but that was it. She cuckolded him pretty regularly, too. The boyfriends she had were intelligent and gentlemanly, and she’d invite them to the house and sometimes they’d stay over while dad slept in a spare room. It might seem strange but to the rest of us this all seemed perfectly within mom’s right. It was and is inconceivable, of course, that dad would ever be allowed to be with another woman. I truly believe he’s been chaste since virtually the beginning of their marriage.
Having said all the above, I can honestly say I feel nothing but tremendous pride in both my parents. They live they way they want to and they raised three fine successful kids, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long, but as I said, there are more of us out there than is thought, so I just wanted to tell my particular history. Glad of course to answer any questions, but mainly I want to thank you for such a great blog, Thomas.
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[The following comment from Debra’s son appears after Part 3 of Leo’s posting   http://thomaslavalle.blogspot.com/201...]
I can certainly relate to the importance of female birthdays. My mom practiced a form of goddess worship, and in addition to birthdays, she also celebrated the menarche. When my sisters experienced this, she’d celebrate with a private party for them. Only females were allowed to attend. For my mom, it was an important event on the path to womanhood.
Mom’s policy on authority was to give my sisters as much as they proved they could handle. My dad and I were the only males in the house, and the only time we were allowed to disobey my sisters was when they’d want to do something unsafe, or something against mom’s prior rules, etc. When they were adolescents and teens, they used their authority mainly for their own convenience, such as wanting snacks, or their rooms cleaned or special items laundered, errands run, etc. When they became young adults they were more interested in how dad and I were behaving and what we were doing during our free time, and whether we were taking care of the house, keeping the bills and insurances paid, and performing other duties mom required of us. In other words, giving mom a break by helping her monitor us.

—Debra’s son

LEO: GROWING UP IN A MATRIARCHAL HOME, Part Three

As I mentioned in my previous post, in the matriarchal homes ruled over by my mother and her sister, female birthdays were always celebrated as great events. It was, for instance, on my older sister’s 18th birthday (as already noted) that she was given pretty much full authority over me and lost no time in turning me into her personal servant (and very happily so for me, as  I’ve said).It was on that same birthday, I recall, that my mother also gave my sister full authority over her father,* and believe me, my sister used her new higher position in the household in such a way that both Dad and I quickly learned early to fear her wrath. I will never forget a day when she gave Dad a harsh slapping because he had dared to say that he thought he deserved to be treated with more respect.The incident started when my sister told him to bring her a cup of coffee. It was actually a direct order, not a request, and she spoke it sharply (apparently she had had a bad day and was in a bad temper), but Dad did not obey instantly, which made her even angrier.
"Why are you keeping me waiting? I told you to bring me a coffee! Do it right now!" Dad took offense at being barked at like this, but tried to offer his objection in a polite way, as is expected of any male in a strict matriarchal household:"Dear, you don’t need to treat me that way. You can be a little respectful...""How dare you!” my sister shot back. “Just wait till Mom hears about the rude way you just answered me!"Hearing this threat, Dad backed down instantly and began to apologize, actually stammering in his attempt to make amends. It was at this point that my sister gave him a couple of harsh slaps. Dad simply closed his mouth and lowered his head, then went off to obey the order his daughter had just given. (Under our strict matriarchal rules, males may not raise a hand against any female, and certainly not to blunt or protect themselves from a physical reprimand.)Needless to say, my sister made good on her threat to tell Mom what had happened. That night my father received additional harsh face slaps from his ruling wife and was then made to squeal under the severity of her thick leather belt.And, yes, I think it’s safe to say that his overall deference and service to his daughter were greatly improved as a result.


* Note from Thomas Lavalle: Attentive readers may note that this timeline accords approximately with the one suggested by Mistress Sandra (Commenting on the Post ‘FEMALE-LED FAMILIES:SUBMISSIVE DADS & DOMINANT DAUGHTERS’ ), i.e., “Later, as a girl gets older, around her late teens, she may be ready to start leading. And at this stage the fathers should be more open about taking orders from their daughters and waiting on them as the opportunities arise. By the time a girl turns 21, she is a woman and deserving of being shown the same respect and obedience as her mother. It would not be out of line if a mother decided that her daughter should be addressed with a 'Yes, Ma’am' and 'No, Ma’am' by her father. She should be in a position of authority to approve or deny any request by her father, and also be in full authority to assign him chores and discipline him as she sees fit. For her position of authority, if it is to be valid, must include the authority to discipline any male in her service.”

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