Interview with duckie, service sub to FemdomU Magazine’s Editor-in-Cheif
by Shawn, FemdomU Magazine’s Managing Editor | April 4, 2024

I am thrilled to share my interview with duckie, a 26-year-old service sub under the guidance of Madam Nora Sinclair, the Managing Editor of FemdomU Magazine. Despite his busy schedule, duckie (with all lowercase letters) graciously took the time to discuss the role of being a service sub and how he learned to embrace his submissive nature. He opened up about his childhood journey towards devotion and it is truly fascinating. I am excited to present our conversation; below is the transcript.

Shawn: Thank you duckie for taking the time to talk today. It is our hope that by presenting these interviews of people in real femdom relationships, others might gain some insight into what that entails. You have described yourself as a devoted service sub to Madame Sinclair. Can you explain what that means?

duckie: Thank’s Shawn. Sure, I have devoted myself to serving the Madam. Essentially, I do whatever she wants me to do. I am usually by her side when she travels. I am involved in her business affairs and typically act as her personal aide. I assist her in her professional dominatrix sessions. I am involved in her personal affairs. Like I said, whatever she wants.

Shawn: So it sounds like a very intimate relationship. Is sex involved?

duckie: {laughing nervously} ummm…

Shawn: Sorry for coming right out and asking that, but I’m guessing since you’re involved in her domination sessions, there must me some sex involved?

duckie: Yeah, well I can say that I’ve relinquished control of my body to the Madam, and she commands it at her will. Our relationship isn’t sex-focused, it is service-focused. But yes, I am extremely satisfied.

Shawn: So where did the name ‘duckie’ come from?

duckie: Of course, it’s not my real name, but at this point, nobody in my life knows my real name except for her. She actually gave me the name duckie, the day she accepted me as her submissive. The name came from her memory of seeing me for the first time. I was little, like really little, and playing in a wading pool in our front yard. She had just moved into the huge house on the corner and had come over to introduce herself to my parents. In the kiddie pool with me were apparently several yellow rubber duckies, something I’d play with in the water.

Shawn: So wait, Madam knew you when you were a baby?

duckie: Okay, I was not a baby. I wasn’t in diapers or anything. And I was slow to mature, slow to grow up, slow to outgrow toys. But yeah, I was a kid the first time Madam saw me.

Shawn: What did you think of her that first time?

duckie: To be honest, I couldn’t look away. She was so tall and graceful, it was like she belonged in a movie. When I found out she purchased the large house, I just knew she had to be someone incredible. And that sense of admiration never left me; her beauty and poise always captivated me. I even remember seeing a radiant aura surrounding her back then. And sometimes, I swear I still see it today.

Shawn: Ok, so it sounds like love at first sight? But at that age, did you understand that?

duckie: Absolutely not. I was infatuated with her, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. As the years went by and I got older, I jumped at any chance to see her again. From as far back as I can remember, my thoughts would center around some type of intimate encounter with her, and she always had control. Always. I don’t know if we are naturally submissive or if it’s something we learn, but I definitely felt like it was ingrained in me. And even though she only appeared in my dreams and fantasies, I still had an overwhelming desire to devote myself entirely to her. At that stage of my life, I didn’t fully understand what all of this meant; all I knew was that I wanted it more than anything else. It consumed me.

Shawn: Alright, let’s fast forward to your first interaction with her where you express your feelings, your overwhelming need to devote yourself to her… How old were you, and what happened?

duckie: {laughing} When I was 14 and it was Halloween, I thought I would try to impress her by dressing up in a revealing Aladdin costume that exposed my chest. But when I went to her door, instead of her answering, a man in his twenties wearing a ballerina dress begrudgingly handed me some candy. Needless to say, my attempt at being sexy failed miserably.

Things did not improve when I tried again. It was a sweltering summer day when I was 15, and I had taken on the job of mowing her lawn. I took the opportunity to once again try and expose my youthful body to her, thinking that would catch her attention. I took off my shirt while I worked. The sun beat down on my bare chest as I pushed the lawnmower across the grass, sweat dripping down my face. I couldn’t help but flex my muscles, hoping to catch her eye and make her desire me. But she only came out to check on me and offer me an iced tea to cool off.

In that moment, I saw my opening and eagerly told her how great I was feeling, using some foolish line about wanting to show her more of my body inside. She simply stared at me for a moment before reaching out to pat me on the head, like one would do to a child or pet. And then she shattered all of my fantasies with her words.

She explained in no uncertain terms that the only men she allowed in her bedroom were grown men who had willingly submitted themselves entirely to her control – body, mind, and soul. Boys like me were not welcome. Then she handed me my pay and as she turned to return to her house, she strictly ordered me to keep my shirt on when I was on her property.

Rejection man. A pat on the head. Now be on your way. I was broken, realizing that I was still just a boy in her eyes, not the man I so desperately wanted to be for her.

Shawn: Oh, wow, the pat on the head! That must have really been demoralizing as a young man. Did that discourage you from trying again?

duckie: No, it actually didn’t. In fact, during that summer, I wrote a love poem and slipped it under her door, expressing my undying devotion and willingness to be her servant. Honestly, reading it now makes me cringe with embarrassment. However, she has it framed and displayed in the hallway just outside of my room.

Shawn: So how did things get better between the two of you?

duckie: I never lost my desire to worship her, but as I matured, I stopped just drooling over her and hoping for some pity. I continued to do odd jobs for her, like mowing the lawn and cleaning the pool, anything to be useful. She mostly ignored me, but sometimes she would give me a few minutes of her time for conversation. It was during one of these moments that she learned I had a date to the junior prom but no car. In a generous act, she loaned me her classic Mustang convertible. Madam was proud to hear that I ended up losing my virginity in her car.

Shawn: Ok, but that’s still a long way from her being your Dominatrix. I happen to know a bit of your story since we’re friends, and I asked you before the interview if it was okay to bring this up. But when you were 17 you experienced a life-altering tragedy. What happened?

duckie: On the day after my 17th birthday, my parents were on their way home from a night out. My dad was intoxicated, as he often was, and lost control of the car. They both passed away instantly. With no other relatives to turn to, I was sent to live in a group foster home.

Shawn: I’m so sorry that happened to you. It must have been really terrifying.

duckie: That first night in the home was the most terrifying experience of my life, and I wasn’t sure if I would make it through. Being a late bloomer and still small for my age made me an easy target for the tough guys who had grown up in the system. It was 1 am and I was huddled on the floor, my face covered in bruises from a beating, with my shirt and shoes stolen by one of the guys. I was probably crying when she arrived. By some miracle, Madam had found me in the system and came with her lawyer to take me away.

Shawn: Wow, did you feel like little orphan Annie?

duckie: {Laughing} I definitely did. I was completely overwhelmed with emotions at the time. She brought me to her home and introduced me to her servant Vince, who escorted me to a bathroom where he helped clean my tear-streaked bloody face and drew me a bath. After freshening up, I found Madam in her study and poured out my heart to her, proclaiming my undying love. Once again, she kindly reminded me that I was still just a boy and until I grew into a man capable of making my own decisions, she would treat me as such. And she did. I completed high school under her care, though my academic record was less than stellar; somehow I managed to barely graduate.

Shawn: Is that when she finally let you submit to her?

duckie: You would think so, but that wasn’t the case. I was only 17 at the time, which technically, where we lived, it would have been legal for us to be together. However, she kept reminding me that I was still just a boy and insisted that I enroll in courses at the community college. At first, I resisted because it was the last thing I wanted to do, but eventually I agreed and started taking classes. Surprisingly, she was incredibly supportive and encouraging throughout my journey. Her positivity motivated me to do well, and I did. I may not have been a top student, but I managed to earn an associate’s degree with a fairly decent GPA.

Shawn: So you turned 18, and you got your degree after a couple of years – is that when she changed the relationship?

duckie: Actually, yeah. So she was there for me on the day I received my associate’s degree, showing her support and pride. Later that evening, she called me to her study, where we had a private conversation about what it would mean for me to enter into servitude to her. We discussed my desires, goals, and aspirations in life while she explained her expectations and gave me a detailed explanation of what being her service sub entailed. She disclosed that there were already a few individuals dedicated to serving her, but they were kept away from the house during my stay.

After a lengthy conversation, I was feeling more prepared than ever to surrender myself to her. She had already prepared a contract for me and ensured that I read through every detail and comprehended everything. She asked if I wanted to make any alterations, but I declined. Without hesitation, I eagerly signed the contract, officially entering into her service.

Shawn: Ok, I’m going to ask you more about that first night in service to her, but first, tell me more about the contract. Was this a lifetime term?

duckie: {laughing} No, I wish though! If it were my choice, I would sign a lifetime commitment without hesitation. However, the contract is at will, meaning either of us can terminate it at any time. It lays out all the expectations and guidelines for our relationship, clarifying our roles and ensuring her dominance. Every year, we review and make any necessary changes before signing again to renew our contract.

Shawn: I think that’s beautiful! Now tell me more about that first night. You’re a young man. You just signed a contract giving the Madam control of your mind, body, and soul. Tell me what happened next?

duckie: My training began with her. I promised not to reveal too much since she has me working on a feature article, but as soon as my name was on the paper, she dubbed me ‘duckie’ and commanded me to strip. Without hesitation, I followed her instructions eagerly.

Shawn: I bet! So you got your college degree, and she trained you on being a submissive. Then, at some point, you ended up in Europe with her?

duckie: Yes, that’s correct. I was still in the middle of my training when she relocated to Europe to relaunch the Magazine and charity auctions. She selected me and two other fully trained service subs to travel with her.

Shawn: What did you do in Europe?

duckie: I quickly adapted to my new life as her submissive and earned my collar shortly after arriving in Europe. After that, Madam began to trust me with her business dealings and I assisted in setting up the first office for the magazine. From then on, I split my time between attending to her dominatrix sessions and working at the magazine.

Shawn: Madam recently discussed the old print magazine in her Editor’s note, and mentioned how it was primarily a catalog for charity auctions of submissive men. That sounds amazing! Were you ever on the auction block?

duckie: {laughing nervously} oh cmon man! I thought you weren’t going to ask me about this. Okay, I am not going to answer more follow-up on this, but yes, I was almost always on the auction block. This was a short-period where Madam had re-launched the charity auctions. She wouldn’t include me in the catalog, but she’d always put me up about midway through as a special listing. And I never dissapointed to bring in a nice fee for the charity. But please, no more questions on that.

Shawn: Ok, another time. Early in the interview, you explained that part of your responsibilities is to assist Madam in her dominatrix duties. Tell me more about that.

duckie: To put it vaguely, Madam is a professional dominatrix catering to high-end clientele who value her discretion. The sessions vary depending on the client, and I assist behind the scenes, ensuring that Madam has everything she needs. Sometimes, I am also involved in the scene at her discretion. Despite my small size, I can be quite versatile in bisexual scenes. Occasionally, I may only observe and assist in humiliating the client. Other times, I may take on the “bull” role in a femdom threesome for clients seeking a “forced bisexual” experience.

Shawn: Wow, that sounds like a really fun job. What does it pay? Really, I want to know!

duckie: (laughing hysterically) Honestly, I do everything I do out of loyalty to Madam. But it’s true that she takes good care of me financially. Aside from covering all my expenses and necessities, she also makes a generous monthly contribution to my investment portfolio and retirement savings. I wouldn’t consider myself wealthy, but if everything suddenly ended today, I would be financially stable. Emotionally? That would be a whole different story.

Shawn: You mentioned you were collared. Tell me more about that.

duckie: Well, yeah she presented me with my collar when I completed my training. I wear it almost all the time.

Shawn: Even in public?

duckie: Always. It is the visible symbol of my unwavering devotion to her, and I wear it with pride. The collar around my neck brings a sense of comfort, reminding me of how deeply she loves and cares for me in return. It is a constant reminder of the unbreakable bond between us.

Shawn: We recently posted an article about body modifications in femdom relationships. Is that anything you’ve done?

duckie: {laughing} C’mon Shawn, I love you but these were personal details I didn’t want to get into. Okay, yes. Madam offered me the choice to decline, but I would never refuse her. She had someone to her house with the equipment, and they pierced both my nipples and also gave me a ‘Prince Albert’ piercing on my penis. She even took me to get tattoos; one of them being a bright yellow rubber duck on my ass. As for the other tattoo, it’s a secret that I won’t disclose, so please stop asking!

Shawn: {laughing} Ok duckie, thanks for sharing. Let’s get a little more deep here, and tell me in your words, what it means to submit to Madam?

duckie: To me, being submissive and devoting myself to Madam isn’t just a desire; it’s a fundamental need. She occupies every corner of my mind, guiding my thoughts and actions with her dominance. She is the driving force behind everything I do, the reason for my every step and decision. Madam doesn’t just provide me with security, love, and passion; she is my very lifeline, the air I breathe. Devoting myself entirely to her isn’t a choice; it’s an instinctual response to her presence in my life, a deep-seated longing to surrender to her authority and find fulfillment in her dominance.

Shawn: Very well said. And at this point in your life, you’re still a young man with your whole life ahead of you. Other guys your age are in the primes of their careers. Maybe starting families. Maybe buying houses. Do you have any regrets?

duckie: Not at all. I know if Madam hadn’t taken me in, my life would have had a very dark turn. Instead, she showed me her love, her compassion, her guidance. She helped me grow up and become a man. And now I am doing exactly what I am passionate about – serving her. I’m exactly where I am meant to be!

Shawn: I know you are instrumental to what we’re doing here at FemdomU.com. Madam relies on you, but so do the rest of us. Let’s finish off this interview with a bit of a preview – what would you say you’re most excited about that’s coming to the magazine?

duckie: Oh, that’s hard. I don’t know if I can choose just one thing. I am excited to be leading the efforts to launch our new email newsletter. We have lots of subscribers and we’re looking to make sure we create a weekly newsletter that is valuable, informative, and unique. We’re very close to launching with the first issue.

I’m also excited about all the new opportunities we have to collaborate with individuals in the community. By working with additional content providers we can bring new points of view and ultimately create the largest repository of femdom related information, images, videos, stories and more!

Shawn: Thanks duckie, I’m looking forward to all those new things too! I really appreciate you taking the time to talk and share some of your story with our readers.

duckie: Thanks man! It is sorta fun getting to share some of this with an audience. I guess people might think I’m weird, but it’s my story and I’m sticking to it!