Letter: FemDom History

By | February 22, 2016

My name is Carol and I’m a dominant woman with a diapered sub hubby. I realize this is a bit outside of the scope of your site, as you specialize in diapered female subs, but I get a lot of great ideas from your site and just wanted to say thank you. I also noticed that you post the stories and histories of some of your members, so thought I would share mine. I understand if you don’t want to post it, since it’s more femdom than femsub.

Anyway, I met my husband Marshal about twenty years ago at college. He had always been a bit of a wuss, which I think is part of the reason I was attracted to him. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a bit of domineering streak and knowing that I could get him to do as I wanted was a huge turn on for me.

After about five years of marriage, I began to notice a distinct change in Marshal. I could still basically get him to do as I wanted, but he had become very lazy and distant. And every few weeks he would come home very late from work. I didn’t think he was man enough to cheat on me, but I knew something odd was going on.

I knew he had a secret stash of some type in the garage that he didn’t think I knew about. He was very meticulous about hiding it, but I had seen him in the process of fetching it from behind a pile of old boxes once when I had walked by the garage window. I always assumed it was just a box of porn, which I really didn’t care about. However, now I was curious if it was just porn or something worse.

Knowing he wouldn’t be home for at least a few hours, I dug the mysterious box out of the garage and opened it. There was porn in there alright, but not the type I expected. A pile of diaper fetish magazines, a half bag of adult diapers, a butt plug, leather paddle and several video tapes. I took the tapes into the house and popped the first one into the VCR. What I saw stunned me.

It was an hour long video of dominatrix and my husband. She diapered him, spanked him, pounded his ass with a strapon and just downright degraded him. And judging from the size of his erection, he loved every minute of it. The other videos were similar, but some had other variations. In one video, she gave him a huge enema with a huge nozzle and then locked him in a cage where he messed his diaper. Being the domineering type of woman that I was, I felt insulted. If this was the type of attention he wanted, he should have come to me.

Over the next few hours I went back and forth in my head about how to handle this. I thought about leaving him and I thought about confronting him. I finally decided that I was going to make it his choice. When he got home from work, I popped one of the videos into the VCR and hit play. His face turned beet red from embarrassment and I thought he was going to pass out for a moment. But, I simply looked him in the eye and told him how disappointed I was that he never told me about this part of himself and that he had a choice to make; he needed to tell me everything or he needed to leave. Then, I stormed off with the video still playing and went to my friend’s house.

When I returned home a few hours later, Marshal was sitting on the couch waiting for me. He cried as he told about his fetishes and apologized repeatedly for not telling me, because he was too afraid of what I would think.

After a very long chat, I asked him if that was the type of life he wanted. He told me that he had always wanted to be forced into diapers and punished for his bad deeds. And, we came to an understanding. From this day forward, he would be my diapered submissive husband. He had always been a bit submissive, but now my word was law.

His biggest fear, it turns out, was that he would chicken out of the lifestyle he had wanted for so long. So, we came up with a solution for that as well. Over the course of the next few weeks, I video taped him randomly and took a great deal of photos. The tapes and film were locked in a safe that we purchased and only I had the combination. If he ever chickened out or refused to obey me, he risked me sharing the videos and photos with his friends and family.

The rules were pretty simple. Marshal was diapered 24/7 and was not allowed to change his diapers without permission. I had no problems changing wet diapers, but it took a long time before I was okay with changing the messy ones. The only other rule was that he had to follow my orders at all times. He took over the majority of the housework and kept his job. Luckily he was self employed and could do most of his work from home.

We also had certain guidelines for privacy. I promised to never out him to his friends or family unless he refused to obey me. And any public humiliation would only take place at least 50 miles from home.

In the 15 or so years since we started this part of our lives, Marshal has never disobeyed me. He has, however, earned a great number of punishments. Most of the crimes fit the punishment(soap in the mouth for backtalk or cursing; spanking for unfinished chores; etc), but sometimes I like to mix it up with something special. This is why I love your site. You come up with the most devious punishments. šŸ˜‰

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