Brief Encounters

I am married to a woman to whom I am extremely grateful for having been the head of a stable and responsible family during the last dozen years. She was a promising journalist when I married her, and I always found it natural that she was in control in our family just as it had been formerly the case with my parents'.

I owe her many things including a precious daughter, a good management of all the family's monthly income (apart of some extra money I manage to make in my spare time) and a lot more, nonetheless the maintaining and reinforcing of 'female supremacy' in our family as a valid option in our lives, based in our mutual preferences.

She was always a strongly built person and a very attractive woman, so I always told her I valued most of all her sensual pleasure and fulfillment as a means to achieve a perfect equilibrium of her body and mind in order for her to pursue a career which she valued extremely. I told her I would accept in her life one or more lovers she would like to have besides me, which liberty she eventually took a few times, I myself being completely satisfied in sharing her charms with her other 'co-husbands' and not being dismissed from her life altogether.

I think I have always been a 'female enthusiastic' male during all my life to the point I always enjoyed more having sex with my wife just while I had to share her with other men (because her pleasure was then keener) than when I had her all for me. And at the same time I have always honored and respected her willingness in maintaining me wholly for her alone. Please be sure you understand my feelings: I am NOT unhappy for having not been born a female. I love it without bounds to have been born a male and being able to feel that utmost pleasure which is the worshipping of a superior woman that one shares with other males without being 'allowed' to make the same with other females.

I always practised myself some sport (mainly soccer) with other males, have never felt the least sexual attraction for other males as I do for other females and I never felt diminished for welcoming female rule in our family. My daughter use her mother's last name and it is me who does most of the housework. I oftentimes indulge in worshipping my wife's beautiful feet and enjoy to have my lips tortured by her toes, what delights her a lot. I delight myself in having my desires sometimes opposed and counteracted by her, and surrender to her wishes most of the time.

And for those who think she has a 'bitchy' behaviour I oppose my opinion that for me 'bitchy' is only one way for a female to be 'desirable' and is not a despicable word at all: a female is NEVER despicable even if one (or more) less worthy males think she behaves like a 'bitch'. I would prefer a world where the value of things were to be looked up amidst the opinions of the females rather than the males'.

Not quite sure why I'm emailing you this? Guess one of the short stories struck a cord and I thought I'd put one of my own experiences down on paper (hard disk). This happened to me a couple of years ago. I'd had this short and rather turbulent relationship with a beautiful young woman while working abroad. We were very different, she was the artistic type with that certain air of arrogance about her. I'm an engineer, which is probably why she viewed me with such disdain most of the time; shame those two types never hit it off.

We'd split up a few weeks earlier and were going through the 'lets be friends' bit. I have a healthy submissive steak which hadn't surfaced between us, until this night. We'd been for a drink earlier and we're chatting afterwards at her place. I still fancied her, she just looked so stunning and her absolute belief in herself had me captivated. Although I still lusted after her, she was keeping me at arms length. Anyway she was talking about how she believed men fundamentally hated women. She just didn't believe we had any real respect for women at all. It's kind of funny, I was sitting at her feet while she was telling me this, thinking how much I admired her. It was like the conversation was a metaphor for what was wrong with us, that I didn't show enough respect.

The combination of my desires for her, the conversation and the drink all became too much for me. I rolled over onto my knees and told her she was wrong about this, that she'd got no idea how much I respected her. I remember shaking like a leaf as I did this, as though deep down inside this terrified me, but I had to show this feeling. I began kissing her knees and calves, then sank down on the floor and began kissing her feet. I'll never forget the tension of that moment, of feeling her eyes looking down on me and vulnerability of the position I'd placed myself in. She sat there letting me worship her. I remember the rough leather of her sandals on my lips and face and the very natural smell of her feet. She caressed my face with her toes which of course encouraged me, and I continued to crawl to her. I felt I couldn't make myself small enough, couldn't adequately convey just how much I idolised her. All I could do was passionately kiss the lowest part of her body, kiss her feet.

This seemed to last for hours, although I'm sure it didn't. Eventually she stopped and told me how much she enjoyed me doing that. We continued to be friends after that with the added spice of her knowing that I adored her. We only had a few months before circumstances separated us, but they were a great few months!

This is something I saw when I was in my late teens at sixth form. We had a special centre which we older students used to use as recreation area, although occasionally teachers used to give lessons there. This was one of those occasions. An extremely attractive drama teacher was giving a lesson in the hall and I was sitting in the kitchen area with some friends. Just about every boy in the school must have had sexual fixations about her. She was dressed in a black long dress with high heeled boots, her brunette hair flowing. Ms Ellis had screened off her space so at first we couldn't see anything.

She'd got them playing a game called `high priestess'. I could hear everything that was was being said, which rapidly absorbed all my attention. She explained the lesson was about embarrassment, and that the activities they were doing were aimed at learning to deal with embarrassment - or something like that. Anyway, she began to issue instructions to the students, to tell them to do embarrasssing things. Whatever she said, as high priestess, they had to do. First of all she made some of them stand on their chairs & sing or recite things. All the time she maintained this strict atmosphere, she would order them to do things, and when people laughed or screwed up, order them to do even more embarrassing things.

Suddenly I began hearing something I really couldn't believe. This boy had been mis-behaving so she told him he was to kneel down in front of her. So far I'd fantasised about doing this myself, but up until this point I'd NEVER seen someone kneel to a woman. I heard her tell him to kneel down before her in recognition of her superior role as `high priestss'. I popped my head over the screen and watched the boy (a year younger than me at the time) do it. The students were all sitting around in a circle & Ms Ellis was seated in the middle. Sure enough the lad walked up in front of her and knelt down. He began giggling which apparently was against the rules. This sounds straight out of an SM mag but I swear it's true. She then told him to stop giggling and bow down before her, touching his forehead on her boots, in recognition of his inferior behaviour. He did it. He remained there, with his head resting on her boots, while she continued the game. After a while she told him `well done', & to return to his seat. All I could think about for the next month was how much I wanted to take drama with her. In her summing up she talked about how people fear embarrassment, and choose to do the least embarrassing things. Thats how she could control the game, that they would do what she said as they feared the consequences would be even more embarrassing.

I thought what she said wasn't true for everyone, I would have knelt down before her because it would have been a dream come true.

I had a foot worship encounter with a woman in a night club about five years ago. This has only happened to me once, and I'm sure will never happen again. It left me with a brief but unforgettable memory. I was out with friends, having a good time, and the night was drawing to a close. The slow dances came on and everyone began asking girls onto the floor. I'd been watching this lady for a while, she was dressed in green and had gorgeous red hair. Of course she had beautiful shoes on, I'm a sucker for women in classy high heels. She was wearing black stockings on her legs and had stylish 3inch black pumps on her feet. She was sitting down with some friends so I strolled over and asked her to dance.

She smiled laughing and politely told me she was tired and enjoying the rest. She was happy to talk though, and told me to stay. The music was getting to me and so was she, and half laughing I enquired what I had to do to get a dance, get down on my knees and kiss her feet? This question just popped out - subconscious I guess, as I am a foot fetishist and she was an absolute goddess. She smirked and pondered the question - at the time I'd no idea if I really meant it. Then she took off her shoes, splayed her toes in her stockinged feet, and said "go on then I dare you". I'm afraid (or not) to say that cue was too strong to resist. I got down on the floor and began kissing her feet. This was only the second time I'd kissed a woman's feet, I totally forgot where I was. I was in absolute heaven. She obviously enjoyed it too as she pushed her feet against my face and I could hear her moaning with pleasure. This continued for a couple of minutes until the song changed. I had a horrible feeling everyone was staring, which a lot of people were. I didn't want to stop but became panicked when I remembered my mates. I looked up and she pulled me to my feet. We had our dance.

I never saw her again after that night, she was leaving Sheffield to study in Brussels, and that was that. Probably not the coolest thing to have done in the world, but I don't think any harm was done. Fortunately for me none of my mates saw.