In FemdomU language, Female Led Relationship means a consensual structure where the woman leads decision-making and authority, submission means an adult choosing obedience as an expression of devotion rather than weakness, and the Conclave is a governing body of Dommes empowered to issue binding commands for education and growth. I understood all of those terms in theory long before I truly understood what they would ask of me in practice.

The Long Road to This Lesson

My resistance did not come from ignorance. It came from habit. During the While Annie Was Away challenges, I learned how quickly comfort can masquerade as principle. When my wife, Mrs. Annie Strong, first asked me to visit her ‘cousin’ Jace and cross a boundary I had quietly guarded, I said no. I paid for that refusal with corrective consequences that were not cruel but clarifying. She was not testing my sexuality. She was testing my obedience.

As time passed, her curiosity sharpened. She wanted to see me in situations that stripped away old narratives. First watching. Then receiving attention. Then giving it. Her fantasies expanded, not because she was chasing shock, but because she wanted to know if my submission ended where my comfort ended. She wanted to see me get a blow job, and she wanted to see me suck cock. Soon she was fantasizing about me getting fucked by a guy in front of her. There seemed no limit to her desir. Saying no became harder, not because she pushed recklessly, but because I could feel the truth beneath her questions.

Desire Versus Obedience

It is easy to confuse desire with preference. Annie was clear that preference was not the point. She wanted to see whether my devotion was conditional. Would I obey only when the command aligned neatly with my self-image, or would I surrender when obedience challenged me?

That tension sat between us for months. I struggled with it quietly, even as her confidence grew. There seemed no limit to her interest in seeing me share intimacy in ways that unsettled me. Not because they were wrong, but because they were unfamiliar.

The Conclave Speaks

Then came Conclave III.

Resolution 3.7 passed unanimously under the authority of the Conclave, sponsored by Annie and Mizz Geena. The directive was explicit in intent and limited in scope. I was ordered to stop using my safeword to object to performing oral sex on another man when commanded by my wife. Plus, I was commanded to complete this act within a defined time frame. Afterward, I was to write publicly about the experience for education.

Annie’s note framed it as liberation, not coercion. Mizz Geena’s support framed it as training, not indulgence. The Conclave did not ask whether I wanted this. It asked whether I trusted the structure I had sworn to obey.

Standing at the Threshold

Seeing the command in writing changed everything. Annie’s smirk was not cruel. It was knowing. The decision was no longer about negotiation. It was about execution.

The command burned in my hands like a death warrant for my old self. Annie’s knowing smirk cut through me.. half challenge, half promise. My throat constricted. There was no escape route, only the path forward through surrender.

Annie had already hunted down our third on Fetlife with surgical precision. Not a dom, not a sub—just a man with hunger in his eyes who’d seen our naked bodies in the photos Annie had sent without my knowledge and wanted to devour us both. The realization that strangers had seen me exposed hit like a slap across the face.

Enter Mateus, our New Friend

Mateus. Brazilian. Lived here since he was ten. The kind of sports physical therapist whose body is its own advertisement. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, forearms corded with veins. When he arrived, the air in our living room thickened with unspoken possibility. Annie cut through it with surgical precision: “Okay boys, to the bedroom.” My heart hammered against my ribs as I led him down our hallway, his footsteps heavy behind mine. In our bedroom, Annie sprawled across our sheets like a queen on her throne. “Strip,” she commanded him, her voice dropping an octave. I couldn’t look away as his clothes fell to the floor, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin until his cock jutted forward—thick, veined, already half-hard. Annie’s eyes locked with mine, her expression both challenge and command. There was no turning back now.

Now, I made sure I’d been smoking for quite awhile, I was nice and high as I knelt there facing Mateus’s cock, which aimed at me like some kind of challenge. The cannabis had softened my edges, made my lips feel pleasantly numb and sensitive at the same time. I knew I had two choices: hold my line and disappoint Annie yet again (not to mention failing to obey the Conclave command!), or surrender completely.

The Command is Followed

I leaned forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The first touch of his cockhead against my lips sent an electric current through me… warm, alive, forbidden. I parted my lips slowly, letting him slide into the wet heat of my mouth. The taste surprised me, clean, with a faint saltiness that wasn’t unpleasant, just… new. His skin was smooth against my tongue, which explored tentatively at first, then with growing curiosity. I breathed in his scent… soap, a hint of cologne, and something unmistakably male that made my head swim. As my tongue circled his crown, I felt him pulse and thicken between my lips, growing harder with each heartbeat. Annie’s soft gasp of approval from somewhere behind me sent a strange pride coursing through my veins, mingling with the submission that now flowed through me like warm honey.

I looked up and saw him looking down at me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. His smile was genuine, encouraging. “Good job,” he murmured, and then placed a warm, steady hand on the back of my head. Not pushing, just present, a gentle anchor in this unfamiliar sea. The weight of it sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I took him deeper, feeling the stretch at the corners of my mouth, tasting the salt-sweet precome that pearled at his tip. Each time I swirled my tongue around him, he rewarded me with a soft groan that vibrated through his body into mine.

I glanced sideways and caught Annie watching us, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fingers gripping the sheets. The hunger in her eyes made me moan around him, the vibration making his fingers tighten slightly in my hair.

Sharing My Wife

Next thing I knew, Annie was next to Mateus, her hand sliding up his chest as their lips met. His muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him while I remained on my knees, his cock still throbbing against my tongue. I watched her fingers trace the ridges of his abs, her wedding ring catching the light as she explored him. The wet sounds of their kisses mingled with my own muffled breathing. My jaw ached pleasantly, stretched around him, while a strange heat pooled in my stomach… not jealousy but something more complex, more intoxicating. Each time Annie moaned into his mouth, Mateus’s cock twitched between my lips, creating a circuit of pleasure that connected all three of us. My hands trembled against his thighs as I steadied myself, feeling the power of serving them both simultaneously. I was the vessel, the conduit, the offering. And in that surrender, I found myself completely, utterly hers.

Watching Him Fuck My Wife

Eventually Annie’s voice cut through the haze. “I want you to fuck me now,” she commanded Mateus, who didn’t miss a beat. He withdrew from my mouth with a wet pop, leaving my lips tingling and swollen. I watched, transfixed, as he positioned Annie on our bed, her thighs parting eagerly for him. When he entered her, the sound she made… a half gasp, half moan, sent electricity down my spine. Their bodies found a primal rhythm, his muscled back flexing with each powerful thrust, her fingernails leaving crescent moons across his shoulders. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as sweat gathered in the hollow of his lower back. Annie’s eyes found mine as she approached her first climax, her pupils blown wide with pleasure. “Harder,” she demanded, and he obliged, the headboard now striking the wall in a steady percussion. After her third orgasm crashed through her, Annie gasped, “Water break,” and Mateus withdrew, his cock glistening with her arousal, still impressively rigid.

A New Command: Keep Him Hard

“Keep him hard,” Annie ordered me as she reached for her bottle. I didn’t hesitate this time, taking him deep into my throat, tasting the intoxicating blend of his salt and her sweetness. The knowledge that he had just been inside her drove me wild! I worshipped his length with renewed hunger, my tongue tracing the veins that had pulsed inside my wife. Mateus groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, controlling my movements. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag around him. The slight pain, the struggle for breath, the absolute surrender… it awakened something primal in me. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t want him to stop. I felt utterly transformed, simultaneously powerful and powerless, and completely, devastatingly sexy.

Annie was ready to resume, her eyes glittering with renewed hunger. She positioned herself on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with a command in her gaze that needed no words. Mateus knelt behind her, his muscled thighs tensing as he guided himself to her entrance. I watched, mesmerized, as he sank into her inch by exquisite inch, her body accepting him with a glistening eagerness that made my own pulse quicken. Their rhythm built slowly at first, deep, deliberate strokes that had Annie clutching at the sheets, her breasts swaying with each impact. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice breaking as he complied, his hands gripping her hips with enough force to leave marks.

I could see the exact moment each orgasm took her; her back arching impossibly, thighs trembling, a flush spreading across her skin like watercolor. Eventually, Mateus’s movements became more urgent, less controlled. “I’m close,” he growled, his accent thickening with arousal. He withdrew suddenly, flipping Annie onto her back. “Watch,” he commanded me, his hand working furiously along his length. Annie spread herself open with two fingers, offering him a perfect target. When he came, it was with a primal groan that seemed to be torn from deep within him, thick ropes of pearlescent cum painting across Annie’s stomach, breasts, and parted lips. His eyes locked with mine the entire time, making sure I witnessed every pulse, every spasm, every drop claimed.

A Changed Man

That night changed everything. In the quiet aftermath, I felt a peculiar sense of accomplishment watching Annie’s satisfied smile and Mateus’s appreciative nod. Something had awakened in me… a door unlocked that I hadn’t known existed. Though this was my first experience with Mateus, it wouldn’t be my last. In the weeks that followed, Annie and I explored further boundaries, each encounter more intense than the last. I discovered pleasures I’d never imagined, sensations I’d never anticipated.

Now that I’ve finally written about this experience, I find myself reflecting on how completely I’ve fulfilled the Conclave’s command under Resolution 3.7.

But more importantly, I’ve discovered something essential about myself in the process.