Female Domination is the act of a female being the dominant partner. This dynamic is also widely known as FemDom.
As most of you are aware, if it wasn’t already evident by the name of my blog, I am most definitely a submissive. I have no desire nor the ability to be the dominant partner. I have been told I am often not in control of myself as I’m clumsy so I am most definitely not a woman in control. There are certain acts that are generally seen as dominant I would love to participate in. For example, I would love to peg a guy. However, for me, this isn’t about dominance and all about his pleasure. More importantly I would need to be told to do it, which again completely negates it being a dominant act.
On the flip side though I would quite happily, or more correctly, would absolutely love to be dominated by a woman. It’s something that features heavily in more than quite a few of my fantasies. I’m not someone that’s interested in the stereotypical trope of a female dominant, I don’t need the thighs high boots, the corset and the whip. What I really need more than that is her devious mind. The ability not only to understand how I tick so they can fuck with my mind but also to help me grow as a person too through those experiences.
Being in a fairly monogamous relationship with a male I’ve always considered female domination to be something of a fantasy and probably something I’ll never get to experience in person. However, there is a possibility for something in the future, so who knows.
Jade
I have really enjoyed reading all the responses to this topic. I found myself nodding several times here. I’ve even. One around to being curious about pegging- under instruction, of course’
Molly
I hope your ‘possibility’ works out!
Mollyx
Mrs Fever
I hear you on the boots/corset/whip costume. For me, that’s… It’s not even a thing. *laugh*
Man: I’m totally into boots/corsets/whips.
Me: Noted. [proceeds in comfy clothes and bare feet]
When, on rare occasion, I do ‘dress the part’ (somewhat, anyway; no whips or corsets but I have some very cute boots!), it’s usually met with deer-in-the-headlights style fear/surprise/awkwardness and the general understanding that I’m dressed up because I want to be. (Not because HE wants me to be.) 😉