Six Rules for Turning Health into Femdom Obedience

How to Keep Your Sub from Dying of Shame

Let me guess. Your sub will drop to his knees on command. He’ll edge for hours. He’ll wear a plug to the grocery store, clean your house in panties, and beg for the honor of licking your boots.

But ask him when his last physical was?

Suddenly, the brave little pain slut becomes a nervous wreck. Eyes down. Stammering. “Um…I think maybe…2018?”

Boys.

It’s time we say this plainly: your sub is not allowed to die of shame, stupidity, or stubbornness. Not on your watch. Not while you’re the one in charge of his body.

So if he thinks prostate exams are embarrassing, or that real men “just deal with” back pain, or that going to the doctor is somehow worse than getting spanked in front of your book club, this article is for you—the woman who’s going to make his health kinky, mandatory, and completely non-negotiable.

Here are some notes on how I make sure my boys all get their regular health checks and stay accountable. I’ve discussed my philosophy on owning his mental health. My boys submist to me mind, body, and soul – and I take that as a responsibility!

First Rule: Health is Not Optional. It’s Protocol.

You already control when he comes. Now you’re going to control when he pees into a cup.

Wellness isn’t self-care in a Femdom dynamic. It’s obedience. That prostate? It’s not his. It’s yours. His cholesterol? Yours. His unchecked blood pressure that could make him drop dead during your next strap-on scene? Also yours.

Frame it that way, and suddenly, doctor’s appointments aren’t errands. They’re assignments.

Second Rule: Humiliation Is a Tool. Use It Strategically.

You don’t have to be cruel—unless you want to be—but a little embarrassment goes a long way when it comes to breaking through male resistance.

If your boy is dragging his feet about seeing a urologist, try this:

• Make him explain why he thinks it’s more degrading than begging you for permission to touch his own cock.
• Have him practice describing what a prostate is. Aloud. On video. Wearing a collar.
• Assign him a research task: “I expect a full report on prostate cancer rates by age bracket. Annotated.”

He’s ashamed? Good. Harness it. Make it ritual. Make it yours.

Third Rule: Make Medical Rituals Sexy (or at Least Structured)

There’s no reason health rituals can’t feel erotic—especially for subs who already associate control with arousal.

Examples:

• Weekly Ball Checks: Have him inspect and report, preferably on video. You can supervise, command, or critique. He should know his testicles as well as he knows your preferences.
• Erection Logs: Over 40? Erections change. Have him track how often they happen, how hard they are, what triggers them. This can double as an obedience task and a diagnostic. Set the reporting period for a week and get great data!
• Chastity and Checkups: Having a tough time getting him to go to his doctor? Put him in chastity, and no unlocking until he sends you proof of his annual physical. It’s not just sexy—it’s practical.

If he’s shy? Even better. That’s why you’re in charge.

Fourth Rule: Your Power Doesn’t Stop at the Bedroom

You’re not just the one who holds the leash. You are the one who keeps him alive. That means:

• Scheduling his damn appointment if he won’t do it.
• Telling him when it’s time to get blood work.
• Reviewing his prescriptions.
• Asking for lab results like you ask for photos of his ass.

Yes, it’s your job. Because he belongs to you.

Fifth Rule: You Get to Weaponize the Waiting Room

Once he’s at the doctor? That’s a whole scene in itself.

• Make him wear something under his clothes that reminds him he’s yours: his collar, a plug, a cage, a note in his sock.
• Have him text you before and after, with specific check-in phrases: “Mistress, I am entering for inspection.”
• Assign a post-visit report: “Tell Me exactly what they touched, what they said, and what you’re now under orders to do.”

The man can submit to a rectal exam just fine—as long as it’s under your command.

Final Rule: Stop Laughing It Off

Here’s the serious part. You’ll laugh, he’ll squirm, and it’s all very cute until it isn’t.

Until he has a stroke because he ignored high blood pressure.
Until he hides real pain because he thought he was “being tough.”
Until he’s too ashamed to admit something feels off.

And then he’s gone.

I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it. I’ve held boys crying in my lap, terrified because they waited too long. And it’s infuriating because none of this is necessary.

Not if we take control. Not if we use our power the way it was meant to be used.

So make it an order. Make it erotic. Make it a ritual. Make it yours.

Because if he can kneel for you, edge for you, beg for you…
He can get his ass to the doctor.

And no one dies of shame when you’re in charge.