The Power and Passion of Mistress Meghan’s Female-Led Group
Getting to know Mistress Meghan has been an absolute pleasure. From our very first conversation, I was drawn in by her confidence, her unapologetic embrace of female dominance, and the unique dynamic she has cultivated within her marriage and beyond. Mistress Meghan isn’t just a Domme in her private life—she’s a leader, a mentor, and the architect of a flourishing community built around female-led relationships. Her ability to guide and shape both her husband and the other couples in her group is nothing short of fascinating. The world she has created—a space where wives fully embrace their power and submissive husbands thrive under their direction—is one that challenges conventional norms and redefines intimacy, loyalty, and trust. Throughout our discussion, I found myself continually intrigued by the depth of her philosophy, the structure she’s implemented, and the unwavering sense of control that defines her leadership. Mistress Meghan’s story is as much about personal empowerment as it is about the evolving dynamics of modern relationships, and I’m thrilled to share this conversation with you.
Mizz Geena: We now know of the story about how you first introduced your husband Krissi to the women in your neighborhood, the start of your Domme / FLR couple group. Before we get into that though, take us back to the beginning. How did you and Krissi end up Domme/sub?
Mistress Meghan: I hope this doesn’t sound too much like a fairy tale but, honestly, it was our destiny, totally consistent with our basic natures and how we were raised. That we came across each other was happenstance; except perhaps that I was a sorority girl and went to a frat house after a football game and so did he.
I was raised to be all the woman I could be, including sexually; to take full advantage of the wonderful sexual being I am, to not be limited by any man’s uppity arrogance and sexual inferiority, and at the same time understand that all men think with their little head … to never be duped by them; instead to use them, to get from them what I wanted. My Mother taught me that sex was the ultimate adult recreation – part of love and marriage to be sure but separable from it. She reassured me that the right man would come along and when he did, I’d know it.
As for Krissy, a few things my mother-in-law said to me very early on, tell a tale: “penises have 2 purposes: (1) procreation and (2) pleasing women. The first gets over with quickly. The second is lifelong,” and also “boys have no private parts.”
As a boy, he took swimming lessons from an old school former Olympian. The boys didn’t wear swimsuits. So, as a child he was naked for a couple weeks every summer with girls; from 6 years old through lifesavings certification at 12. A couple of the girls lived immediately behind him, and he was frequently naked when they played together. In their teen years, I’m told this evolved considerably. So it’s safe to say that he grew up being very comfortable in his own skin.
From my first sight, he was different, and I was attracted to him: really handsome, trim and fit, quick-witted, and just plain fun. And also deferential to me and my friends, in a refined and unpretentious way; unlike so many college boys and certainly completely different from most arrogant jocks. (Boy, how I’d have liked to beat those jerks!)
Later that year, I visited him at his college. The first evening we were at a local hangout – a pizza place. He excused himself for the men’s room and a girl came to our table, asking if she was seeing Krissi (she used his real name, of course). When I said yes; she smiled big and said what a great guy he was, that she and her friends had had great times in his company. That I was lucky.
I was taken a bit off guard but think I said, “thank you.” Then I got my wits about me and pulled the string. Turned out she had seen him for more than a year, that she and her friends were kinky and the good times she referred to were kinky too. For instance, she said that they had a rule that when he came to her apartment, he was to remove all his clothes and leave them in the milk boxes inside the front entrance, then come up to her 2nd floor apartment. Her friends would sometimes be there. One of their names was “Krissi,” who she went on to tell me gave over-the-top blowjobs.
This was more than I needed or wanted to hear, so I excused myself and went looking for Krissi, who was taking too long.
He had come from the restroom, saw her standing at our table, and chose to not approach. He intercepted me and we left through the joint’s alley entrance.
He asked, of course, what she had said. I was in a bit of shock and think I replied, “Oh she just said that she’d had a good time when you were together.”
The rest of the weekend was unremarkable, but I never quit thinking how much I’d love to see him naked, also wondering how my body would compare with hers. In winter clothing she looked similar, except auburn hair.
Near the end of that school year – after he was done with sports – he visited me again. On a Friday evening, late, on his way into town, he called from a gas station to say when he expected to arrive to my apartment. I asked him to swing by a grocery or market to get something I needed.
Thinking about my chat with the ex-girlfriend, and over my initial shock, I had decided that he was going to get naked for me too.
When he arrived, I welcomed him at the door; then said, matter-of-factly, “remove your clothes. Strip!” He was taken aback but immediately realized one of the things his ex had told me. He knew he couldn’t say no.
One of my roommates was standing in the short hallway within sight of the door. She watched him strip.
I had told them (there were 4) what I was going to do, and why. I think they didn’t think I’d go thru with it. But I figured, “why not?” After all, I was dating him now. He, by all indications should be a “good catch,” and he was lucky to have met me. He’d either do as I said, or we might not go much further.
I admit that I kept my fingers crossed but, honestly, in retrospect I’m not sure he was that uncomfortable.
Now, and thing is, he had nothing in his hands when he arrived. I asked where the things from the grocery were.
By this time, my other two roommates had come out their room, in nightgowns and robes, obviously both surprised (and also, by the looks on their faces, thrilled).
He said the grocery was closed.
At this point my devilishness emerged.
“Renee, take him to the ____ market. He can get it there.” He moved to get his clothes, and I said “no, you’ll go as you are.” Everyone was slack jawed. I was commanding (surprised even myself).
I went thru his pants pocket for his wallet and walked to the kitchen. Renee followed. I told her that Jennie (a store clerk) should be working tonight, (many college kids picked up things at this 24-hour market and late-night clerks were kids like us. We were there frequently and knew them). I said that if there was a crowd, for her to go in but if it was empty, he was to do it.
When they left, I called the market. Jennie was working. I told her what was coming. She was incredulous but I reassured her to just go along, that boys needed to be taught.
My apartment was on the 6th floor. He could easily be seen in the elevator with kids going-and-coming. The walk across the lobby was, probably, 50 ft, and then it was a good 3 blocks to the parking garage. The garage was always lit brightly.
20 minutes later Jennie called to say he’d been there, had forgotten his wallet in the car and had to go back out to get it. She was tickled to death; and of course, told me what a hunk he was.
In about 40 minutes, they were back. Turned out no one reacted to the naked parade in the apartment house nor down the street.
He slept on the couch. Naked. I put his clothes in my room and locked the door.
The rest of the weekend went similarly.
No, we’ve never had a contract. Things have just evolved naturally.
I will add this … gosh, does thinking about that weekend bring back memories … as a tease: my roommate, Renee was the more promiscuous of the four of us. Not what I’d ever call a slut, but she enjoyed herself and, on this weekend, introduced me to a new term: “cum cannon.”
Mizz Geena: Describe the responsibilities breakdown in your relationship.
Mistress Meghan: I love to cook and am good at it – another love inherited from my mother. He can boil an egg. But he also follows instructions well and is a natural with measurements, so he’s not terrible with a recipe. The results are palatable. This works in a pinch (and gives me chances to critique his shortcomings … training opportunities). It’s fun because he knows this is the place he’s most challenged, least likely to satisfy, and often judged harshly.
I hate housework but demand a spic-and-span and neat house, and grounds around it, all in proper working order. He does all this. Including much for our vehicles. He’s very handy (an engineer, after all); proved even more valuable in recent years as contractors come with longer delays too many interruptions, and sometimes less than quality work.
For years I did the laundry because he traveled a lot; but he gradually took it over. There are many different fabrics in our house and I am very persnickety. He learned quickly. Training him had a definite fun side.
He runs most errands or, if I feel the need to be included, shuttles me.
I control finances, day-to-day. I demand that he research and advise on capital projects and investments. He provides options and recommendations, and I choose,
I work full time. As of a couple years ago, he’s part time.
Mizz Geena: Now, fast forward to several years ago, and the reveal you described, showing Krissi off to your friends. I know we’ll hear more in future posts, but first of all, can you describe how it makes you feel when you watch your husband sexually please another woman?
Mistress Meghan: As I said in the reveal, I was proud of him. He did exactly as I’d trained him, and I’ve never been uncomfortable – because it’s within the service framework I’ve set up and approved – instructions, wishes, while accommodating whims of the moment. There are limits, including that I’ve either selected or approved of his partner, singular or plural, and some things that are case-by-case, for instance, cumming in her, for which I must give permission in the moment – no blanket permissions in advance, and other things totally off limits, such as consuming “caviar.” Must admit that I can get so aroused I want to jump in … sometimes appropriate, often not. Sometimes this can be awkward. One time I was in the middle of a sequence of orgasms when another girl asked that he cum in her. “No” is easily muttered. There have also been occasions where I’ve been his “coach,” afterwards providing the fun chance to impose “corrections;” a time or two in company with his partner. Fun.
Two other things:
There is no “freelancing.” Even if it remains true in the abstract that, as a man, he must be responsive to women, for practical reasons I forbid sexual service to happenstance acquaintances (the current stalemate on December’s cock auction being case in point (too lengthy for here)). I hold the reins. He tells me if anyone “comes on” to him, and the circumstances. This has happened. With him it’s part of the package. It’s been years, but more than once I punished him because I felt he handled himself inappropriately; that he sent the wrong signals.
It goes without saying that I get whatever I want from him, whenever I want it. I get plenty. Have never interrupted nor stopped a scene to jump in. Again, I get plenty.
Mizz Geena: Can you describe the dynamics of your group a bit?
Mistress Meghan: I was the organizer and have been the leader. No other is as experienced as me. All but one married couple are 10 or more years my and Krissi’s junior. Both singles are our age; but with no experience before joining our group (both are formerly married; one widowed, one divorced). There were 3 for several years but one moved away to care for her aging parent.
All of the husbands are involved. Not all couples were ever equally active – something we were working to make more uniform – everyone must come along at their own pace. Moreover, COVID put the kobash on most everything for a few years. As restrictions slowly passed and our group became comfortable again, the couples with younger kids – whom in the first few years we could dispatch to supervised play for much of a Saturday – found themselves with burgeoning teenagers not so easily occupied, tending instead to come and go unannounced, etc. We’re working through it; taking advantage to create opportunities for a couple or two, but the regularity of the early years, which enabled steady development of both Dommes and subs, we’re yet to recover. In two years, 3 couples will be empty nesters so hopefully, there are fun times ahead.
Mizz Geena: How do you navigate jealousy issues between the women, or the husbands?
Mistress Meghan: Jealousy and women go hand-in-hand. But, as emphasized so much in the magazine – communication – between Dommes for the most part – cannot be overemphasized. Perhaps occasionally with a boy if called for in the moment but usually its better to leave this to his Domme. Supporting continual communication is:
- observation – pay attention to everyone. The moment trepidation or discomfort is sensed – by anyone – pause things and talk with both the suspect party and their spouse. Both because underpinning the whole activity is that couples have their hearts in it, never only one spouse or the other. Important to this is familiarity, which seems almost instantly present but never is – completely. Instead, it ebbs and flows. “Knowing” everyone else means that sensing something is amiss should be quick. This is an advantage of married couples: they are familiar with one another and both come willingly.
- immersion … a lesson learned early on is, when playing in a group, no sex behind closed doors: a total open-door policy. Anyone in the group can, no, actually is, encouraged to – watch anyone else; the participating Domme having say-so should an onlooking Domme request to join. The boys obviously never request anything. They are told what to do and are expected to obey eagerly. Why no closed door sex between the Dommes and the boys? Because closed doors tempt imaginations and create uncertainty, which fuels jealousy. When all happenings are right there in front of you; there is no uncertainty.
- repetition. Comfort is enabled through confidence which comes through practice. Comfort preempts jealousy. It’s a steady progression through old limits to new ones, practice always making perfect. A huge downside of COVID and the unavoidable passage of children through their teen years – a “coitus interruptus” of the strategic sort – seems to me that libidos of Dommes, – who want more and more when thrills are frequent – decline when not active regularly. I’m hoping this will proved easily rekindled.
- Strengths and weaknesses – for both Dommes and subs: the girls must talk frankly about this. Everyone has both. This applies to bodies, attitudes and mindsets, and performance, Being frank about everything builds confidence that preempts jealousy. This was a reason I provoked participation and conversation at Krissi’s reveal – to see if the girls were apt to be communicative, particularly when aroused.
- Hurt feelings – flowing from strengths and weaknesses. We deal with them the same as we did with our children: reassurance, encouragement, instruction, perhaps additional “reps” (training), and then walking before again running – a progression to regained confidence.
Mizz Geena: Describe Krissy for us – what makes him such a wonderful sub?
Mistress Meghan:
1 – Appearance. He’s always been a hunk. Handsome. Attractive genitals. Looking at him has always put me in the mood.
2 – more important: ATTITUDE, ATTITUDE, ATTITUDE. As his mother raised him, real men make pleasing women their highest priority. He has, and does,
- Mental discipline. For example, following hand-in-glove with positive attitude, he worked hard, and continues to work, to disconnect stimulation of his body from ejaculation. He mastered semen retention. This was not originally the case, which is how I came to know the term “cum cannon”- when he blew his load for my college roommates in only a few minutes. Another example: he tolerates maintenance and punishment well … another thing that erodes if not maintained regularly. I find this a real rush: putting it to him. Mental discipline underwrites order, discipline, and obedience. He follows orders.
- Spirit of adventure. He’ll try almost anything once. This and his strong mental discipline make him a perfect plaything.
- Finally, he was raised to love women. He has long believed that we are superior sexually and at least mens’ equals in every other way. He knows, viscerally that he, like every other man, thinks first with his little head and that no social situation involving both sexes can never not be charged with sexual energy. It’s just the way we were made. It follows that he appreciates why FLRs are natural relationships where both partners develop, mature, and live life to the fullest. It then follows what I said somewhere recently, perhaps commenting on a blog posting at the magazine, he will eagerly worship any part of the feminine form. To him, its second nature.
3 – his sex drive matches mine. Controlling it and channeling it in better service to me has been rewarding (and fun)!
4 – because he’s proven so uncannily healthy and robust.
Mizz Geena: Why the name?
Mistress Meghan: On a whim one day, after I’d begun hosting bulls, by-and-by having him fluff them for me (again: he follows orders. I had him do this because I could. It was exciting watching him cross the forbidden frontier, to sample forbidden fruit, so to say), standing beside the bed with the bull, I said (words to the effect), “you know, I think I’m gonna start calling you Krissi … Come here. Your girlfriend told me, at __, that Krissi gave the best blowjobs. I’m sure you will too.”
Mizz Geena: Describe your philosophy on punishments.
Mistress Meghan: I agree with much I’ve read at the magazine:
As soon as possible after an offense or shortcoming, tailored to the offense. Sometimes simply denying a pleasure (like watching TV, golf, etc.), making him stand in a corner, or making an exercise in his workout significantly unpleasant (this is entertaining. Occasionally, I’ve had girls watch to “raise the stakes” so to speak). Always corporal punishment for more significant offenses, the worst is probably premature ejaculation, although not telling me should another demand something out of bounds is another (this has happened, once).
But also, as said above, I’ve found that there must be regular and continuing corporal maintenance and training (I admit I enjoy this. So consider my bias), always taken close to his limits; akin general physical weight training: the doctrine of progressive overload is how one makes progress … in our cases: how we lead and coach our boys to make progress.
Mizz Geena: You also engage in cuckolding scenes, where you have sex with bulls. Can you describe these scenarios?
Mistress Meghan: I arrange dates; most always concluding at my home, occasionally elsewhere: sometimes never leaving my home. Krissi is always involved unless he is at the office or traveling. He watches and participates, as I direct. My two current bulls adapted to this quickly and expect that they’ll have their cocks in his mouth almost every time. (No, at this point, none have taken Krissi’s ass). I enjoy watching. “Oh how apropos your name (Krissi). What a good cocksucker you are!”
Today’s two bulls are not in the group.
On occasions when Krissi cannot attend and service us, I tell him about it afterward. I have brought home a condom full of cum for Krissi’s consumption but, when he participates, he simply cleans me up … a standard procedure (again: cumservation! Ha!!)
On a couple of occasions (before COVID), I hosted a bull (neither of my current two) to the group in attempts to get Dommes to push their boundaries and enjoy a big cock. I love big cocks and told them they didn’t know what they were missing. Didn’t work, either time, even after they watched me.
One husband – Josh – has a bull-quality cock. Not every girl has enjoyed it yet – something I want to see corrected. But this brings up a question (back to the question about jealousy): why bring in bulls if one of the husbands might “fill the bill?” Answer: for exactly this reason: Because he’d be the only one … Only ONE of our boys being satisfactory FOR A REASON the others can’t correct. Should a Domme, or two, or all, prefer Josh’s cock and forsake others, it would be divisive, perhaps destructive. I hope all the Domme’s eventually host bulls and adopt cuckolding.
Mizz Geena: What do you have planned next?
Mistress Meghan: My New Years Resolution was to make more frequent and better use of my bulls. So far, I’ve done so: 6 times. Unfortunately, one informs me he’s accepted a position in Florida and will be leaving in a week. Darn! Really like his cock. Decision to make: do I backfill for him?
A discussion with all the assembled Dommes to build a list of where they prefer things move, going forward from here; in 2 or 3 couple groups and then all of us in a few years when kids are away at school.
First thing is to review and update the rules, including revised boundaries, etc.
Let me point out that assembling as many as 8 or 10 girls in one house gets attention in our small town. In cities no one would ever notice. This is magnified when its couples. Several of us live on larger lots, have back yards which are secluded (as my story of Krissi’s Reveal makes clear) but all are in subdivisions. We all have non-participating neighbors. We must be attentive, thoughtful, and creative. And disciplined. It’s a small town. We run into each other – at HS sporting events, at the grocery, etc – and have to have mastered the skill of tailored nonchalance.
My strawman for the group is likely to include things like this:
- Broader application of measurements (beyond current penis performance plans (P3s). BTW, a point to be made here, a sidebar: this is all supposed to be great fun for Dommes and our guests. We try to be playful about it. Part of this is creating playful terms like this one – P3s – for aspects of what we do. Another, which was discussed in the magazine recently, is what we call “Cumservation” – that no cum enters the waste stream, ever. Instead it is all consumed. Domme’s get first right of refusal.
Measurements can be applied to almost everything. I want the boys to have “report cards,” to be ranked. Maybe Dommes will compete to have the “Best” boy. Penis performance is one element and can be extended beyond what we’re doing now. For instance: how long can he be continuously edged before cumming? How many orgasms can he give, and to how many of us, before he explodes? Etc., etc. What about the diameter of his fully-gaped asshole? Or the maximum length and girth dildo he can take? Or something as simple as can he grow the girth of thighs or biceps to a target dimension (training for this likely to impact his body broadly)? How long did it take him?
Back to the penis: I’d like to get them all on penis enlargement programs. I’m curious to see if it can actually be done. And, while we’re at it, stretch their ball sacs. I like watching low-hanging balls swing and bounce when the boys are moving about. And also seeing (and feeling too) balls slapping against us in the doggie position. Its arousing just to think about it. - Broadened cock and ball training (CBT). I’d like to explore needle play now that I’m convinced it can be done with minimal risk of long term effects. I have conceived (maybe I saw this somewhere) a CBT game table, sized like a card table but strong enough to carry a boy and one of us. The “plaything” will be clamped at a custom-fit hole in its middle. Four girls will spin a game wheel to determine what’s to be done to the cock next. The table will enable the boy’s head to be raised so he watches what we do to him or laid back in case a girl wants access to his mouth or tongue. And a footstool for stepping up, should we want access to the cock and balls with our feet. Every game would have a winner! For instance, each girl gets five needles. There are one or more “needle” selections on the wheel. First girl to use all her needles wins. The others then insert their remaining ones into him. And a group picture afterwards, the “porc-u-prick” in the middle. Fun!! I’ll have Krissi design it.
- Education. Each Domme takes an assignment to watch femdom porn and report back monthly, briefing the rest of us on something she wants to try, and why.
A Fascinating Conversation
As our conversation comes to a close, it’s clear that Mistress Meghan has cultivated something truly remarkable—a dynamic that is not only deeply fulfilling for her but also empowering for the women in her group and transformative for their submissive husbands. Her leadership, vision, and passion for female dominance have set the foundation for a thriving, disciplined, and pleasure-driven community where traditional roles are rewritten, and new possibilities are explored. Whether through her structured approach to discipline, the evolution of her FLR philosophy, or the innovative ways she continues to push boundaries, Mistress Meghan’s journey is one of empowerment, control, and unshakable confidence. I, for one, can’t wait to see what the future holds for her and the group she leads. This is just the beginning, and I know we’ll be hearing much more from her in the times to come.
I belive if my first marriage had survived I would be in a life very similar to this one. I think I envy Mistress Mehgan’s sub.
wow now I’m thinking marriage might be way more interesting than I’d thought!