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