So, tomorrow, Saturday the 7th, I am going to attend the Femdom Ball, an event dedicated to female supremacy; a ballroom full of supremely dominant women in rubber, leather and lace. The men will be there only as submissive slaves to fetch and carry, to worship and obey; obeisant at all times to the glorious visions of dominant femininity around them.
I shall be dressed all in black and, as required by the helpful guide titled: “Instructions for Slaves,” have purchased a collar, a lead and a mask.
You might assume that, as a man who regularly sees a Mistress for sessions of pain and submission, this is all meat and bread to me. Well it isn’t. This is, in fact, well outside my comfort zone and I am daunted by it. The truth is that, compared to many of my kind, I AM NOT VERY SUBMISSIVE!
I submit to the wonderful Mistress Elita in our sessions and, when I’m under her spell, can feel deeply submissive towards her. If she decided she wanted her shoes licking during a session, I would be down on the floor in a heartbeat and could even enjoy the knowledge that my unaccustomed act of submission might please her. But our sessions are driven more by my masochism and her sadism; by my desire for sensations, for pain and pleasure, for challenge and reward and by her desire to deliver those things. Others, at the more “high protocol” end of the D/s spectrum, are driven by different things: by the need to serve, to be used or even to be downtrodden and abused.
So if this is not my scene, why would I go to the Femdom Ball at all?
Well, entertainment is provided during the evening and for 2017 the “main event,” the culmination of the evening’s performances, is a piano recital by a particularly beautiful and talented dominatrix playing ferociously challenging pieces.
That dominatrix is, of course, Mistress Elita.
To see Elita in that environment, shining out among her peers, the centre of attention in a room full of confident, beautiful women, feels as though it might be a very special thing. More than that, I find myself actually looking forward to being of service to her: fetching her drinks, perhaps standing to one side, silently holding her plate of food while she chats to her fellow Dommes.
However, what I’m really going to be there for is a very particular moment after her performance;
that moment when she’s brought the room to tears with her beauty, her artistry and her passion and now basks in its applause;
that moment when I go to buy her a richly deserved glass of champagne and meet a fellow slave at the bar who asks me who I am with;
that moment when I reply:
“I am Mistress Elita’s submissive”
That’s why I’m going to the Femdom Ball.
All those notes!
Elita tweeted this image before a day of rehearsing. I said she looked beautiful; she thought she looked haggard.
A fellow client of hers, who I chat with sometimes, sent me this DM:
I wonder if Elita realizes just how much that vulnerable no make up pic adds to her attraction ???
I think he nailed it.
Looking forward to hearing about it!