FemdomU Forum: Your Letters
Submitting for Love: My Journey with Kaylee and Mizz Geena
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I’m writing in response to your request for letters about femdom punishment experiences. I have been seeing a professional Dominatrix at the behest of my wife for punishment and behavior modification, and they instructed me to send a letter explaining my unique journey into this world of female domination.
My life has been pretty typical and uneventful. I married my high school sweetheart, raised a family with her, and just as we were adjusting to our empty nest, she passed away suddenly. I was left feeling lost and drifting, until a couple of years later when I found love again with Kaylee. She was much younger than me and had a very different perspective on life and relationships. Our sex life was amazing, but she often felt that I was too controlling and acted like an overbearing older man in our relationship. This caused tension between us. While Kaylee wasn’t particularly dominant herself, she recognized my need for something outside of our relationship to address my controlling nature.
That’s when Kaylee sent me to Mizz Geena. I had never been dominated before, but I was willing to do anything to make Kaylee happy and to improve our relationship. My first session with Mizz Geena turned into many, many more. Anytime Kaylee feels I’ve been “bad,” she sends me to Mizz Geena for punishment.
Each session is a grueling battle of willpower, far from any notion of pleasure. My senses are relentlessly assaulted as I am forced to confront my behavior and submit to brutal discipline. Whenever Kaylee sends me to Mizz Geena, the process is excruciatingly familiar. I arrive at Mizz Geena’s dungeon, stripped and adorned with my collar like a cursed necklace. With trembling knees, I kneel on the hard cold floor and await her arrival.
Once Mizz Geena enters the room, she captures a “before” photo of me in submission, documenting my defeat for Kaylee’s enjoyment. Then she reveals my transgression, the reason for my inevitable punishment. I have learned not to argue my point, only to accept my wrongdoings and plead for mercy. But there is no mercy in this chamber of torture. Once the “intake” is complete, Mizz Geena gleefully instructs me on how to receive my ultimate torment. It is always some form of cruel corporal punishment, designed to inflict maximum pain and leave lasting marks as a reminder of my failure. And when it is over, she takes a second photo, capturing the evidence of my suffering to send to my wife as proof of my submission.
Over the weekend, I found myself bound tightly to a wooden table, my limbs stretched taut and unable to move as Mizz Geena stood over me with a wickedly thin cane in her hand. With each strike, the sharp tip would dig into my bare skin, leaving behind a fiery trail of pain that seemed to linger long after the blow. I gritted my teeth and recited the numbers, up to 100, as instructed by Kaylee. The agony was almost unbearable, and I swore to never question her taste in music again. The room echoed with the sound of the cane hitting flesh, filling the air with a tense anticipation for the next strike. My skin burned and throbbed, but I couldn’t bring myself to give up.
Other punishments are similarly severe. I am often bound and struck, with the severity of the punishment discussed and agreed upon between Mizz Geena and Kaylee beforehand. They debrief after each session, and it’s evident they have developed a good rapport.
This arrangement has not only helped improve our relationship but also allowed me to explore aspects of my own submission and control that I had never previously acknowledged. Each session with Mizz Geena is a test of my limits and a reminder of the changes I need to make for the sake of my marriage.
Thank you for providing a space where experiences like mine can be shared and understood.
Sincerely,
Paul
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Femdom Vengeance in the Office: Breaking the Boss
A friend of mine shared your post on FetLife requesting stories about Femdom Punishment. I am reaching out to share an experience that I believe aligns with your theme. During my younger years, I had a job where the boss was not only a terrible leader, but also a chronic sexual harasser. He treated female employees, including myself, in a despicable manner that went unchecked for far too long. When one of my coworkers quit after being coerced into performing oral sex on him during a late night at the office, the rest of us devised a plan to teach him a lesson.
It was common knowledge that his devoutly religious wife held control over the family fortune. Despite his success at hiding his extramarital affairs from her, we knew it left him vulnerable to a well-placed threat. So, I hatched a plan and positioned myself to be alone with him during a latenight at the office. With just the right amount of flirting, I had his full attention and before long, we were both naked and he was fucking me on top of his desk. But little did he know, we weren’t truly alone – we had enlisted the help of one of the female security guards in the building. She had been mistreated by him in the past and willingly assisted us in setting up hidden cameras in his office before our steamy encounter.
The knowledge that my coworkers were watching us only fueled my intense desire. His body was far from repulsive, in fact his hard cock felt quite pleasant as it relentlessly pounded into my throbbing pussy. And when he finally reached his climax and pulled out, I couldn’t contain my laughter. He looked bewildered, but as I quickly pulled up my pants and dressed myself, my cohorts arrived on the scene. In a matter of moments, he was faced with the damning evidence from the cameras, realizing he was utterly screwed.
We explained to him that he would have to submit to us, entirely, if he didn’t want us sharing his porn video with his wife. What began as a way to correct the injustices in our workplace quickly escalated into something much more personal and satisfying. We used our newfound power to not only improve our work environment but to also break him down completely.
Every night, the four of us stayed late in the office, driven by our insatiable thirst for revenge. Our boss, once a powerful and feared figure, was now at our mercy. We took turns inflicting pain on his naked body, using whips and ropes to make him submit. In the beginning, we took care to avoid leaving any visible marks that could be seen by his wife. However, during one session, we couldn’t resist mocking him for his poor performance and limp dick. It was then that he confessed to us that he and his wife had not been intimate in over ten years. This realization that his wife would never see the damage we inflicted on him only fueled our desire to harm him even more. We no longer held back, and his body became a canvas of bruises, welts, whip marks, and even bloody scars.
It appeared that he was reveling in the punishment, deriving some twisted pleasure from being at our mercy. But his arrogance remained intact, so we switched up our approach. One evening, we invited a discreet gay colleague to join us. We bound and blindfolded our boss as our coworker took advantage of him, showing no mercy as he pounded into his helpless body with such force we almost felt bad for him. The boss had no clue who was violating him; all he knew was that it was someone from within the company. The humiliation shattered his demeanor and transformed his attitude entirely.
No longer cocky or confident, he trembled in fear every time we walked into the room. He knew he had crossed the wrong people and now he was paying the ultimate price for his arrogance and mistreatment of others. Revenge had never tasted sweeter.
Night after night, we continued our ruthless revenge on him, chipping away at his already shattered spirit. And after each brutal session, we forced him to walk us out to the desolate parking garage, where he was made to lie down like a beaten dog. One by one, we unleashed a torrent of piss onto his once pristine suit, completely drenching him in our collective contempt. He’d then have to get in his car and drive home to his wife. The stench emanating from his luxurious Porsche must be suffocating by now, but it’s nothing compared to the humiliation and degradation he endured at our hands.
As I look back at that time, I feel a sense of pride, justice and power. We took a situation that was unjust and turned it into a way to take control, both in the workplace and personally. The boss’s transformation from a feared superior to a mere plaything was both thrilling and rewarding.
Thank you for providing a platform to share these transformative and empowering experiences.
Sincerely,
Lorraine
Punished and Owned: An Expat’s Tale of Ultimate Submission
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I go by the name Steve, and I have been a loyal reader of your magazine since it was published in Amsterdam. Currently, I am living as an expat in Poland, bound to a no-limits contract with a true Goddes. She is my owner and I wear her collar proudly, existing solely to fulfill her every desire and endure her punishments. Every mundane task, humiliating order, or excruciating torture is for her pleasure and my purpose in life. I have willingly chosen this lifestyle as it is the one I was meant to live.
Recently, I made a significant mistake by breaking something valuable to her, which led to one of the most degrading, disgusting, and painful punishments I’ve ever experienced. When I saw your request asking for readers to share our experiences of being punished, I knew I had to write you. I hope you’ll publish this!
My Goddess is an extraordinarily vindictive and sadistic woman. She treats her male subs like her animals, and when she’s angry, her punishments are merciless. This time was no exception.
Her shrill screams echoed off the walls, her face twisted into a mask of unbridled rage. I could feel the fear pulsing through my veins as she commanded me to strip and crawl on all fours to the dreaded punishment room – a former greenhouse now transformed into a sadistic playground filled with every instrument of torture imaginable.
As I crawled, she rained down blows upon my exposed flesh with a merciless riding crop, leaving angry red welts that burned like fire. Finally reaching our destination, she forced me to stand and spread my legs. Without warning, she delivered a brutal kick to my groin with her barefoot, causing unbearable agony to radiate through my body. As I crumpled to the ground, fighting for air, she cackled with delight and demanded that I get back up.
My entire being trembled with dread as I rose to my feet, knowing that this was only the beginning of her sadistic punishment.
She snatched up a cane and unleashed her fury upon me, each blow landing with brutal force on my bare flesh. My cries echoed off the walls as I was forced to count out each strike, the pain intensifying with each one. She showed no mercy, striking again and again until my skin was raw and bloody. But I refused to beg for mercy, knowing it would only fuel her rage even further.
With a harsh command, she forced me onto a low bench and strapped my limbs down with unyielding leather restraints. My legs were spread wide, leaving my entire body vulnerable and exposed to her sadistic desires. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver with anticipation and fear. She retrieved a large, ribbed strap-on and without any hint of mercy or preparation, brutally thrust it into my aching backside. The sheer force of her entry caused tears to spring to my eyes as I screamed against the gag she had forced into my mouth. Each merciless thrust sent waves of excruciating pain through my body, making me writhe against the restraints in agony. But she showed no signs of stopping, relentlessly pounding into me until I was sobbing uncontrollably and my tender ass felt like it was engulfed in flames.
But she wasn’t done. She removed the restraints and the gag and forced me to eat dog food from a dirty bowl on the floor. The taste was revolting, and I gagged with every bite. She waited until I’d licked my plate clean, then ordered me to lay on my back. She possitioned herself above me, then released a stream of yellow piss all over my body, the warm liquid soaking my hair and running down my face. I was forced to lick her clean afterward, tasting the bitterness of her urine.
I was then led into the “kennel”, a cage in the yard I’ve become quite acquanted with over the years. The cage is not large enough for me to even sit up, or lay fully extended, so I’m forced to lay, curled up, in the small space for long periods of time. She left me there, sleeping in my own filth, left to consider my mistake.
This is my life as her service sub. Each day brings new challenges, new punishments, and new levels of degradation. But despite the pain and humiliation, I remain devoted to her, my Mistress, my owner. For in serving her, I find my purpose.
Sincerely,
Steve
Submitting for Love: My Journey with Kaylee and Mizz Geena
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I’m writing in response to your request for letters about femdom punishment experiences. I have been seeing a professional Dominatrix at the behest of my wife for punishment and behavior modification, and they instructed me to send a letter explaining my unique journey into this world of female domination.
My life has been pretty typical and uneventful. I married my high school sweetheart, raised a family with her, and just as we were adjusting to our empty nest, she passed away suddenly. I was left feeling lost and drifting, until a couple of years later when I found love again with Kaylee. She was much younger than me and had a very different perspective on life and relationships. Our sex life was amazing, but she often felt that I was too controlling and acted like an overbearing older man in our relationship. This caused tension between us. While Kaylee wasn’t particularly dominant herself, she recognized my need for something outside of our relationship to address my controlling nature.
That’s when Kaylee sent me to Mizz Geena. I had never been dominated before, but I was willing to do anything to make Kaylee happy and to improve our relationship. My first session with Mizz Geena turned into many, many more. Anytime Kaylee feels I’ve been “bad,” she sends me to Mizz Geena for punishment.
Each session is a grueling battle of willpower, far from any notion of pleasure. My senses are relentlessly assaulted as I am forced to confront my behavior and submit to brutal discipline. Whenever Kaylee sends me to Mizz Geena, the process is excruciatingly familiar. I arrive at Mizz Geena’s dungeon, stripped and adorned with my collar like a cursed necklace. With trembling knees, I kneel on the hard cold floor and await her arrival.
Once Mizz Geena enters the room, she captures a “before” photo of me in submission, documenting my defeat for Kaylee’s enjoyment. Then she reveals my transgression, the reason for my inevitable punishment. I have learned not to argue my point, only to accept my wrongdoings and plead for mercy. But there is no mercy in this chamber of torture. Once the “intake” is complete, Mizz Geena gleefully instructs me on how to receive my ultimate torment. It is always some form of cruel corporal punishment, designed to inflict maximum pain and leave lasting marks as a reminder of my failure. And when it is over, she takes a second photo, capturing the evidence of my suffering to send to my wife as proof of my submission.
Over the weekend, I found myself bound tightly to a wooden table, my limbs stretched taut and unable to move as Mizz Geena stood over me with a wickedly thin cane in her hand. With each strike, the sharp tip would dig into my bare skin, leaving behind a fiery trail of pain that seemed to linger long after the blow. I gritted my teeth and recited the numbers, up to 100, as instructed by Kaylee. The agony was almost unbearable, and I swore to never question her taste in music again. The room echoed with the sound of the cane hitting flesh, filling the air with a tense anticipation for the next strike. My skin burned and throbbed, but I couldn’t bring myself to give up.
Other punishments are similarly severe. I am often bound and struck, with the severity of the punishment discussed and agreed upon between Mizz Geena and Kaylee beforehand. They debrief after each session, and it’s evident they have developed a good rapport.
This arrangement has not only helped improve our relationship but also allowed me to explore aspects of my own submission and control that I had never previously acknowledged. Each session with Mizz Geena is a test of my limits and a reminder of the changes I need to make for the sake of my marriage.
Thank you for providing a space where experiences like mine can be shared and understood.
Sincerely,
Paul
Femdom Vengeance in the Office: Breaking the Boss
A friend of mine shared your post on FetLife requesting stories about Femdom Punishment. I am reaching out to share an experience that I believe aligns with your theme. During my younger years, I had a job where the boss was not only a terrible leader, but also a chronic sexual harasser. He treated female employees, including myself, in a despicable manner that went unchecked for far too long. When one of my coworkers quit after being coerced into performing oral sex on him during a late night at the office, the rest of us devised a plan to teach him a lesson.
It was common knowledge that his devoutly religious wife held control over the family fortune. Despite his success at hiding his extramarital affairs from her, we knew it left him vulnerable to a well-placed threat. So, I hatched a plan and positioned myself to be alone with him during a latenight at the office. With just the right amount of flirting, I had his full attention and before long, we were both naked and he was fucking me on top of his desk. But little did he know, we weren’t truly alone – we had enlisted the help of one of the female security guards in the building. She had been mistreated by him in the past and willingly assisted us in setting up hidden cameras in his office before our steamy encounter.
The knowledge that my coworkers were watching us only fueled my intense desire. His body was far from repulsive, in fact his hard cock felt quite pleasant as it relentlessly pounded into my throbbing pussy. And when he finally reached his climax and pulled out, I couldn’t contain my laughter. He looked bewildered, but as I quickly pulled up my pants and dressed myself, my cohorts arrived on the scene. In a matter of moments, he was faced with the damning evidence from the cameras, realizing he was utterly screwed.
We explained to him that he would have to submit to us, entirely, if he didn’t want us sharing his porn video with his wife. What began as a way to correct the injustices in our workplace quickly escalated into something much more personal and satisfying. We used our newfound power to not only improve our work environment but to also break him down completely.
Every night, the four of us stayed late in the office, driven by our insatiable thirst for revenge. Our boss, once a powerful and feared figure, was now at our mercy. We took turns inflicting pain on his naked body, using whips and ropes to make him submit. In the beginning, we took care to avoid leaving any visible marks that could be seen by his wife. However, during one session, we couldn’t resist mocking him for his poor performance and limp dick. It was then that he confessed to us that he and his wife had not been intimate in over ten years. This realization that his wife would never see the damage we inflicted on him only fueled our desire to harm him even more. We no longer held back, and his body became a canvas of bruises, welts, whip marks, and even bloody scars.
It appeared that he was reveling in the punishment, deriving some twisted pleasure from being at our mercy. But his arrogance remained intact, so we switched up our approach. One evening, we invited a discreet gay colleague to join us. We bound and blindfolded our boss as our coworker took advantage of him, showing no mercy as he pounded into his helpless body with such force we almost felt bad for him. The boss had no clue who was violating him; all he knew was that it was someone from within the company. The humiliation shattered his demeanor and transformed his attitude entirely.
No longer cocky or confident, he trembled in fear every time we walked into the room. He knew he had crossed the wrong people and now he was paying the ultimate price for his arrogance and mistreatment of others. Revenge had never tasted sweeter.
Night after night, we continued our ruthless revenge on him, chipping away at his already shattered spirit. And after each brutal session, we forced him to walk us out to the desolate parking garage, where he was made to lie down like a beaten dog. One by one, we unleashed a torrent of piss onto his once pristine suit, completely drenching him in our collective contempt. He’d then have to get in his car and drive home to his wife. The stench emanating from his luxurious Porsche must be suffocating by now, but it’s nothing compared to the humiliation and degradation he endured at our hands.
As I look back at that time, I feel a sense of pride, justice and power. We took a situation that was unjust and turned it into a way to take control, both in the workplace and personally. The boss’s transformation from a feared superior to a mere plaything was both thrilling and rewarding.
Thank you for providing a platform to share these transformative and empowering experiences.
Sincerely,
Lorraine
Punished and Owned: An Expat’s Tale of Ultimate Submission
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I go by the name Steve, and I have been a loyal reader of your magazine since it was published in Amsterdam. Currently, I am living as an expat in Poland, bound to a no-limits contract with a true Goddes. She is my owner and I wear her collar proudly, existing solely to fulfill her every desire and endure her punishments. Every mundane task, humiliating order, or excruciating torture is for her pleasure and my purpose in life. I have willingly chosen this lifestyle as it is the one I was meant to live.
Recently, I made a significant mistake by breaking something valuable to her, which led to one of the most degrading, disgusting, and painful punishments I’ve ever experienced. When I saw your request asking for readers to share our experiences of being punished, I knew I had to write you. I hope you’ll publish this!
My Goddess is an extraordinarily vindictive and sadistic woman. She treats her male subs like her animals, and when she’s angry, her punishments are merciless. This time was no exception.
Her shrill screams echoed off the walls, her face twisted into a mask of unbridled rage. I could feel the fear pulsing through my veins as she commanded me to strip and crawl on all fours to the dreaded punishment room – a former greenhouse now transformed into a sadistic playground filled with every instrument of torture imaginable.
As I crawled, she rained down blows upon my exposed flesh with a merciless riding crop, leaving angry red welts that burned like fire. Finally reaching our destination, she forced me to stand and spread my legs. Without warning, she delivered a brutal kick to my groin with her barefoot, causing unbearable agony to radiate through my body. As I crumpled to the ground, fighting for air, she cackled with delight and demanded that I get back up.
My entire being trembled with dread as I rose to my feet, knowing that this was only the beginning of her sadistic punishment.
She snatched up a cane and unleashed her fury upon me, each blow landing with brutal force on my bare flesh. My cries echoed off the walls as I was forced to count out each strike, the pain intensifying with each one. She showed no mercy, striking again and again until my skin was raw and bloody. But I refused to beg for mercy, knowing it would only fuel her rage even further.
With a harsh command, she forced me onto a low bench and strapped my limbs down with unyielding leather restraints. My legs were spread wide, leaving my entire body vulnerable and exposed to her sadistic desires. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver with anticipation and fear. She retrieved a large, ribbed strap-on and without any hint of mercy or preparation, brutally thrust it into my aching backside. The sheer force of her entry caused tears to spring to my eyes as I screamed against the gag she had forced into my mouth. Each merciless thrust sent waves of excruciating pain through my body, making me writhe against the restraints in agony. But she showed no signs of stopping, relentlessly pounding into me until I was sobbing uncontrollably and my tender ass felt like it was engulfed in flames.
But she wasn’t done. She removed the restraints and the gag and forced me to eat dog food from a dirty bowl on the floor. The taste was revolting, and I gagged with every bite. She waited until I’d licked my plate clean, then ordered me to lay on my back. She possitioned herself above me, then released a stream of yellow piss all over my body, the warm liquid soaking my hair and running down my face. I was forced to lick her clean afterward, tasting the bitterness of her urine.
I was then led into the “kennel”, a cage in the yard I’ve become quite acquanted with over the years. The cage is not large enough for me to even sit up, or lay fully extended, so I’m forced to lay, curled up, in the small space for long periods of time. She left me there, sleeping in my own filth, left to consider my mistake.
This is my life as her service sub. Each day brings new challenges, new punishments, and new levels of degradation. But despite the pain and humiliation, I remain devoted to her, my Mistress, my owner. For in serving her, I find my purpose.
Sincerely,
Steve
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She Punishes Her Boyfriend and His Two Buddies
Geena dominates her college boyfriend and his two best friends when they all get in trouble for smoking in her apartment in “The Boys Get In Trouble”
